*quiet singing*
...Why be gloomy?
Cut thy nose off to spite thy face?
Listen to me:
A nose is hard to replace.
Skies could not bluer be,
hearts in love truer be.
I'd say for you or me,
life couldn't possibly, not even probably,
life couldn't possibly better...
*singing abruptly stops*
be?
*a mysterious voice* Braaaaaaaaaaaiins~
Hmm?
*a relatively long pause*
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