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What if I said TONITE'S THE NIGHT? Why are you so scared of me, Dear one, lay your hand upon my breast, Lovers come and lovers go, In your heart you'll know what's true, I'm not promising perfection, If a ten, you want to see, Love is a scary thing, Is she wrong or is she right? I think perhaps we've known before, A door that takes us deep inside, We draw those people to us we need, The time and place to sow the deedThe challenge, if you choose to take it, And at lifes' end we cease to be, And I was want to pass her by,
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