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You
You give me
Anti-blue-Monday truth serum
Serially seriously its you-true.
Dilute my noise with sure calmness.
Your will is my illness
Like my name and yours is a calling
An ill early yawn dawning
In the dawning moon, tis real
but yes we are fresh.
Just call my name.
Hello baby, hey how you doing?
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