Two Sticks of Wood
Two sticks of wood
Of weakest wood
Whose story bends to tell
The legend of a midnight romp
And on deaf ears it fell
On friendship here
A girl in love
Still unbeknownst to him
The legend of a midnight romp
On which the lights grow dim
Now minus one
He joins my room
And takes her bitter place
The legend of a midnight romp
And in the moon, his face
She’s thrown too hard
And there he lies
While on the floor, his art
The legend of a midnight romp
The story of my heart
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