HAHHA I USED A MUSIC GENERATOE TO GENERATE A BALLAD

It began on a greasy summer's night:
I was the most beautiful air traffic controller around,
He was the most charming air traffic controller.

He was my aunt,
My charming aunt,
My air traffic controller.

We used to cry so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to snooze together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one night, one greasy night,
We decided to snooze too much.
Together we washed a flamingo.
It was super, so super.

From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so pointless.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

He polished a chip munk.
Alas, a chip munk!
My aunt polished a chip munk.
It was beautiful, so beautiful.

The next day I thought my chin had broken,
I thought my nipples had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that night,
That greasy summer's night.

My nipples... ouch!
When I think of that charming air traffic controller,
That charming air traffic controller and me.
Created on 11th January 2020.

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