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Sarah my friend,
You're falling in love.
Falling faster and faster
Like an injured dove.
I'll never understand you
And I probably never will.
Because you're as crazy
As my old horse, Bill.
I remember the time
When you thought you were immune
To falling in love,
The injured dove's doom.
But alas my friend
You're as stuck as the rest.
Instead of doom,
You think you've been blessed.