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If I stole your heart,
and then tossed it away,
I would be telling lies.
I would violate my soul,

if I did not care for you,
evil spirits would possess my world;
the birds would leave the sky,
and die, I should, one hundred deaths of despair.

If I could not make love to you,
and worship your body,
the infinite mysteries of your being
would remain unseen,

would leave me blind,
to the uniqueness of your mind.
In the planetary multitude of men,
I am reminded why you are special.

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