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Met her at the gallery. I tried to buy a glass of wine.
She said you haven't got a yarn to spin worthy of my time.
I'm hunting for a man whose touch is forever cold.
I'll see you with fingers of gold.
Next day, I carried out my aesthetic chore.
Avian claws gilded with the finest ore.
Hacked off all the fingers that my mama gave to me
and quickly ascended the scene.
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Darlin', I cry, amputation for art's sake left aside.
(ooh) See you walking away through my crystalline matisse eye.
(ooh) A modernist puzzle of man and design.
Ricocheted around the hearts of modern boys.
Deftly making my way through the jangled noise.
One look at my digits and her eyes grew very wide.
She managed to whisper, "Sublime!"
She's a girl, you know, who's gonna keep her word.
She'll be your wife, and you will be her world.
But lustrous, oh, and precious as your fingers have become,
Your gaze needs a piercing blue stone!
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