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If one day you crossed my path, in your golden light I must have basked
For a soul as pure as thee, gives of a shine that should stun me.
Perhaps we haven't met before, but that leaves room for so much more.
What do you like my dear? For you shall never have a fear.
For to serve you is my desire, I shall not burn like my hearts fire.
For a soul as pure as thee, gives of a shine that should stun me.
Perhaps we haven't met before, but that leaves room for so much more.
What do you like my dear? For you shall never have a fear.
For to serve you is my desire, I shall not burn like my hearts fire.
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