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Darling, this is my final appeal for your love. If you’re not the one for me, who else can I turn to? My youthful days are swiftly passing And love won’t wait for me. Happiness may come to me by the end of the term,
It’s my burning passion an’ heart’s desire For you to fall in love with fire. I don’t expect you to understand; You’ve known only ruin from fire’s hand. You set its absence responsible for your frostbitten feet,
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