Bed left with a joggled stain
Of regret and endless shame
I’ll never know the wayward way
Of everything that Bou can say
Fooled me and Bou by being meek
Though the colour of our bound looked bleak
Am I wistful or am I angry
I can’t be mad at Bou cause it was all me
No Rejoice Bou
No Rejoice
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