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The Ark - This Piece Of Poetry Is Meant To Do Harm

YouÂ’ve been watching over me
Saying youÂ’re keeping me company
I should be grateful, I suppose
And compare you to a summerÂ’s rose

YouÂ’ve been talking sweet to me
About peace and loving harmony
But I know what you say about me
So now I tell you cause I gotta break free

That I canÂ’t give you no false affection
I can do without your phony charm
This train ainÂ’t movin in your direction
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

Please donÂ’t give me no warm reception
What you call peace to meÂ’s a call to arms
Some are singing to raise affection
But this piece of poetry is meant to do harm

So with what shall I compare thee?
SummerÂ’s clay or winterÂ’s sleet?
You made a non-believer out of me,
Now you ask for my sympathy?

No, take your words and take your vows
Take your flake-fuelled buddhist bows
Let the cool winds roughly shake
out all darling buds of fake

I canÂ’t give you no false affection
I can do without your phony charm
This train ainÂ’t movin in your direction
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

And donÂ’t you give me no warm reception
What you call peace to meÂ’s a call to arms
IÂ’m not singing to raise affection
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm