Ah, the moment pure, a glance that fell,
As eyes embraced a familiar, cursed spell.
The screen, once bright with promise rare,
Betrayed by him, with teasing flair.
A subtle sigh escapes your lips,
As hope once bright begins its slips.
You sought the spark, a treasure’s gleam,
Instead—a Rick, forever meme’d.
Your face—a portrait, lined with rue,
Eyes that whisper, "Is this déjà vu?"
Oh, digital jest that steals the joy,
To leave you trapped by Rick Astley's ploy.
But fear not, for this too shall fade,
And soon, perhaps, new paths be laid.
Yet here you sit, with grace and poise,
Forever marked by Rick's sly noise.
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Ah, the moment pure, a glance that fell, As eyes embraced a familiar, cursed spell. The screen, once bright with promise rare, Betrayed by him, with teasing flair.
A subtle sigh escapes your lips, As hope once bright begins its slips. You sought the spark, a treasure’s gleam, Instead—a Rick, forever meme’d.
Your face—a portrait, lined with rue, Eyes that whisper, "Is this déjà vu?" Oh, digital jest that steals the joy, To leave you trapped by Rick Astley's ploy.
But fear not, for this too shall fade, And soon, perhaps, new paths be laid. Yet here you sit, with grace and poise, Forever marked by Rick's sly noise.
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