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It may sound strange
Some things never change
However much you arrange
And then try to rearrange
Somehow it seems the same
Give it some other name
Change the rules of the game
Fit it in a different frame
In the end you take it apart
Reassemble it and again start
Dismantle and put it in a cart
And dispose it if you are smart
One might ask what is all this
raving and ranting about
That was obsessive compulsive
disorder you just threw out
Some things never change
However much you arrange
And then try to rearrange
Somehow it seems the same
Give it some other name
Change the rules of the game
Fit it in a different frame
In the end you take it apart
Reassemble it and again start
Dismantle and put it in a cart
And dispose it if you are smart
One might ask what is all this
raving and ranting about
That was obsessive compulsive
disorder you just threw out
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