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I think I died a thousand times
 We just sat and drank this wine:
   blackberry, black cherry, dark chocolate blend
    I felt like we were sitting in some type of sunken blend;
     a fabric that was soften and mesh in dyes to look like green
       then you started talking and the evening seemed to scheme
        like we were playing tic-tac-toe and you knew that trick with the double-
WhOa tHaT WiNe jUst StArTs tO HiT..is ThAt tHrEe BoTtLeS RoLlInG dOwN ThE MiSt?
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I wonder how It WOULD be like to KISS THESE talking LIPS
 Is it easy if I WANT to just place MY HANDS ON HER grey stretch skirt covered hips
   ...She's still talking....simply talking...and I am mesmerized...
     I can see myself, pour myself, in the reflection of her eyes
       And I notice, I can't help myself to get nearer, so much nearer to her face
        And I see her notice, but she has no motive, to push or place a chase
         And then so close, I stop what I chose, but she press yes on the button stall
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We just sat and drank this wine:
 blackberry, black cherry, dark chocolate blend
  I can see myself, pour myself, in the reflection of her eyes
   ...She's still talking...simply talking...and I am mesmerized...
                                            
                                  I think I died a thousand times

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