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The day turned up, as it always does,

And she turned up, like she always wants to,

And he left to leave, but he didn't want to,

And she was working in her yard, the way she loves to,

And she and I ate,

'Twas an accidental purposeful date,

And I do still love her.

And I do still want her, and wish that she might be into me.

Now all I can do is weep.

Because of this strange tuning,

That I have found myself in.