Though I never have held, nor yet hold any desire to celebrate St. Valentine's in any way, I cannot get rid of these lyrics playing on repeat in my head since the moment I realised what day it was this morning.
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Behold the way our fine-feathered friend his virtue doth parade.
Thou knowest not my dim-witted friend, the picture Thou hast made.
Thy vacant brow and Thy tousled hair conceal Thy good intent.
Thou noble upright, truthful, sincere and slightly dopey gent....
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