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I love the feel of your skin against mine.
I love the way you make me feel so fine
This world, for you, I'd drop it on a dime.
And with the Devil I have seemed to deal
to dine with you for every evening meal.
I for some reason it does not all seem real.
Oh, how I love the way you make me feel.
Our love, it feels as though it's much to good.
It can't be real, oh my, it never could.
Your face, it seems as though it's made from wood.
Beautiful, but to be, it never could.
I wake, I mourn, for it was not to be.
A dream, of course, there never was a 'he'.
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