One cut,
Two cuts,
Three cuts,
Four.
Come on darling, what's one more?
Five cuts
Six cuts
Seven cuts
Eight,
Oh what a mess this will create.
Nine cuts,
Ten cuts,
Eleven,
Twelve.
Here's the point in which she fell.
Thirteen,
Fourteen,
Fifteen,
Done.
There's no more hope, she's gone.
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