useless (me)
her name is nonsense
and she is worthless
she's just a piece of dust
flowing when air blowing
it goes to your nose
that's why your sneezing
she's a nonsense, she's worthless,
she's a piece of dust.
let her go, and don't make your way cross to her again.
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