Now, Broom, you must now sweep for me

the dust that fills my room



No, Jon, I will not sweep for you

for I am not your broom.



What nonsense are you speaking, Broom?

My words you must obey.



Another life awaits for me 

and I am leaving you today



I am not your broom, I am not your broom

I've had enough, I'm throwing off my chains of servitude

I am not your broom, I am not your broom

no longer must I sweep for you for I am not your broom



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