Cupid's gone, I killed him dead.
I took his arrows and plunged em through his head.
I ripped his wings and stomped his toes.
I pulled his hair and broke his nose.
I yelled and screamed, "I have no love!"
I gave him the finger, he gave a nice shove.
I shot him in the face, and the angels cried.
Now I'll never find love because Cupid died.
I'm quite proud
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