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© Copyright 2012 What a weapon of might you are With no words, you say it all. You wear the magic of attraction And your chemistry engraves on the immortal You own a dialect that ears do not pick And blind fear from the eyes. You add flavor to favor And crown beauty with glory. As you glow, you grow Strengthening feeble feelings Your texture is smooth and cool Hmm! a haven of serenity
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