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i am the piper cept my pipes are a bit rusty out of tune melancholy its too late for monthly checkups but you never seem to mind but you see the only reason they are so worn out is because i sing my melody as loud and beautiful as I can every time we do the dance of passion no, they can't be rusty because i've serenaded so many other women before you that can't be you, your melody is sweet, pure, harmonious but of course, you've only just started you make me feel like an old man whose pipes have seen generations i almost feel bad serenading such a pure heart but i know what will happen you will leave me soon yes, I know from our passion dances that you love me but when you find another whose music is sweeter more pure than my coarseness i promise you will love him more its only a matter of time...
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