Wear a detached
cloak
As it’s zero hour
The cowl doesn’t
make
The monk, yet be as
Gentle as Tom C.
Owen
While addressing
the public
Don’t stand on
sentiments
Yet, Nicole’ll come
to
Your rescue at odd
hours
Arrogance, damn it,
Thy name is Norman
A rose is a rose is
a rose
Say ‘no’ to
emotional
Dalliances, my
Rostislav
Shit to be smitten
with
Go spiritualistic
to
Call thee as
Shankar
No more wish, I’ve
To be a toy in hand
It’s a clarion call
Come hither, if you
Want to know, what
Is in my heart?
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