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Years from now, they will make water from the reservoirs of our idiot tempers. Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you. Through and through. Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter, as he walked from room to room saying "Women are winning the tournament of hearts. Somebody's got to lose..." Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you. Through and through. Soon enough. From Letras Mania