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Fever me with all you hold
I’m weak and frail Next to you hourglass
Time is short and every heart grows cold
beauty I can’t compare. You win I admit atlas.
Call me what you think is fear
Motivate my yearning I’ll give the highest bid
Patience I cry out u made it my dear
To be a father is my goal soon beloved
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