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May 9, 2014
Interpret what you will of this;
t’is yours to own, t’is yours to kiss.
In whole, or maybe just in part;
t’is yours to keep, t’is all my heart.
Interpret what you will, but rush;
t’is a fair offer, t’is no ambush.
Interpret what you will, sweet pea;
t’is your last chance, t’is my last plea.
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