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Dance to the tune of my passion
and bend to the needs of my heart,
touch me with hands that can't keep me
and pray that we don't drift apart.
Weep like my soul in it's prison,
Wilt like my love in it's cage,
Reach to the ache of my yearning,
with a desperate and heart-wrenching rage.
See me with eyes that are blinded,
by billboard blonde beauties galore,
see all my warped imperfections,
but please let you still love me more.
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