[ Jonathan Bree ]

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Body so fit
So full of spark
With affirmations
As your wall art

You were driven
Eyes on the prize
A yoga routine
Home exercise

Now like the faded star
In sunset boulevar
I play the devoted butler
Morning coffees by the bed
While all hard fought endeavours
Bring in diminished returns

You’re so cool, it’s true
You’re my kind of girl
Keep you ’til the end

Find solace in the privilege to pursue
Most people are crushed into servitude

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