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If I don't, I may die every day.
They shine inside my heart
and move my feet,
and they make my soul free,
flying sun rays.
I really need to smell your hair today.
If I don't, I may cry every night.
The aroma lifts me in such a way
that my spirit will never be with fright.
I really need to see you
my sweet cakes.
If I don't, I will frown every time.
Your shape and your sways
make me want to shake,
and it makes me want to say,
"you’re so fine."
You know what word is missing
from this rhyme?
"Love" is what I'm talking about
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