Samantha, my darling rose
How I yearn to accompany in your vines once again
Alas, we part, and such bitter tears are shed
Watering the vast garden with sorrow
A thorn grew from the field where I first laid my eyes on you
It pierced and froze my heart
My leaves begin to rot, and now I'll remain alone
...
I'm sorry
For making you watch Bob! The Slob











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