And I saw Sophia up upon the stage, in ostentation she was presented. It blinded her light so she shined no longer. The spotlight put her at gunpoint, I saw the anxiety in her eyes and o my Sophia, sweet Sofia, I sought to rescue her from the wicked eyes of the villains; in gangs they were. So I ran forever, reaching for my darling, I keep running. Runnin, sprintin, leap and bound, for my beautiful Sophia who swoons in the presence of these ravenous hyenas here.

O my Sophia, sweet Sophia.

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