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Classical
Comedy
Oh, where has it gone, my cozy pair?
One’s hiding, and one’s just—where?
In the dryer, it danced with flair,
Spinning around without a care.
Cotton, wool, they twirled so free,
But who would have thought, just one would flee?
Oh, sock of mine, don’t be shy!
You can’t just vanish; don’t say goodbye!
Twin souls separated, under a gray sky,
Come back to me, please don’t make me cry!
I searched the laundry, from top to bottom,
Behind the washer, there's a forgotten sodden.
Puzzle me this, where do lost things go?
Do they join a club? Have secrets to show?
Oh, sock of mine, don’t be shy!
You can’t just vanish; don’t say goodbye!
Twin souls separated, under a gray sky,
Come back to me, please don’t make me cry!
Is there a sock sanctuary somewhere near?
A safe haven for all, where there’s nothing to fear?
I picture a land of bold patterns and stripes,
Where the lost socks gather, sharing their gripes.
[Solo]
I’ll not lose hope, I’ll try once more,
Into the depths of the sock drawer.
Perhaps in the corner, all crumpled and free,
My dear sock is waiting; it’s longing for me.
Oh, sock of mine, don’t be shy!
You can’t just vanish; don’t say goodbye!
Twin souls separated, under a gray sky,
Come back to me, please don’t make me cry!
So here’s a tune for the misfit pair,
For all the lone socks that we’ve turned to spare.
May they find their way, make a comeback someday,
In this wardrobe of ours, let the lost find their way!
Sound Of Meme
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