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  1. Robert B. says

    I was mentally composing a post about how you must like them for their clever use of internal rhyme, but then I was distracted by crying.

    We’re coming over that hill. You can’t stop us. We can’t even stop us. Love doesn’t stop.

    (Don’t ask me why.)

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