Pure Cupid has his hands quite full
He knows whose heart I want to Steal
As my resolve does now congeal.
He and St. Valentine must pull
Some strings as I cound bleats and wool.
What can they do to strike the deal,
To seal forever my fair weal?
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I hope Cupid and St Valentine can get along will pulling some strings.
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Hey they get to work toward a common cause once a year so we can assume they can work it all out~
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