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For The Boys Of Rare (For I Love How They Care) by Christopher Allan
Say a prayer for the boys of rare
For day by day, they grow more scare
And soon will be, but just a pair
As less and less do chance a dare
So please bid farewell to the boys of rare
Because I do fear, one day, here or there,
I shall say this same verse with great despair
And there'll be none left who will even care
Do a great service for the boys of rare
And choose the right seat, upon the right chair
Sit not so close to those of dull affair
Because kicking and screaming, by the hair
They'll drag you upon forfeit of life's wear,
Never again knowing the boys of rare
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