There's a lot of girls 

Plato said existence
Was just a dream
We all make our own reality
But as he lay there dying on his death bed
He cried out I was blind but now I see
There’s a lot of girls
Joan of arcs lover stood there helpless
As she was lashed firmly to the stake
And as the flames licked around her ankles
The bloke next to him said don’t worry mate
There a lot of girls
Ann Boleyn was locked up in the tower
When husband Henry said off with her head
And as her head landed in the bucket
Cromwell turned to his king and said.
Don't worry Sire
There’s a lot of girls
Grandad lost his legs and mates at Dunkirk
But I never ever saw him sad
I asked him grandad tell me what’s your secret
There’s only one thing you need to know my lad
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