Won't go away, but sits
By me, by my left arm
Wrestle me but i'm weak,
My head has my muscle.
My Luck got stuck by my right,
The wrong side for you,
But i'm the boy who won't go to bed,
Sit by our door and not speak,
But murmur over and over.
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