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Sophie's Muse To be a boy was not so bad Some of the best fun I ever had! I preferred to be a girl though, please I did so like to flirt and tease! But best of all's where I now range The reigning god of gender change. With a lightning switch to punish a crime Is so erotic, so sublime - Though oft times the price that justice seeks Is to drag it out over several weeks. But best of all's when I look down On yonder village, yonder town At the lonely people living there Bent with toil, bent with care, When I look down from lofty height And with my power make it right. Best of all, my dear, is this: To grant a sweet and hopeless wish!

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