i will be your unmonster, baby
and come to you in the break of day.
i will take the apple from your hand
and place it back in the tree
where it will stay.
can you handle that power, baby?
won't you give it a whirl anyway?
there could be something grand
and fulfilling in this sea
of your erring way.
yes, i will be your unmonster, baby
you will take what i am about to say
to the grave but not for a thousand
years yet or more---for we
gonna be making sway.
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