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I could get worked up
About being hung up
And out to dry but let me
Have a moment of your
Mystery index:

Nobody cared for Kate.
Nobody is safe.
Nobody wore black.
Nobody's sorry he got killed.
Nobody's vineyard.

It does something to a talking
Dream of the new words
That come up for air
But let me want what's best
For every forward thinking

About adopting a cat
As the backfield worries
About having something
To say about what they have
Without giving up the goodies.