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I can't say I've ever been in love, That's the life you lead when theres not enough, And though I like to think there's someone meant to be sent from above, My hope is my bluff.  
  How could skin so white— Become so red with irritability— How could a face so flush— Be filled again with sensibility?   With adoration prescribed you— And a melted chocolate heart—
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