Ruin
Backwards go the men into the garden.
They're only twenty, but they're already hardened.
There will be sighs, oh!
Forget about great men,
Forward go long sleeves,
And curtains draw the whole world over.
There will be sighs, oh!
Ponies cannot love children.
Ponies cannot love children.
There will be sighs, oh!
Those ponies!
There will be sighs, oh!
Those ponies!
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