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Never turn down A gift of perfume; You are a good fragrance to me: I ignore it when it is around me: I miss it when you are far away from me; And I would never wash Any pant you have worn. It is no wonder you are Godsent, God scented my life with you; Which was nothing but A stinking grave, hopeless at love and lost; Yeah, you smell so good, Even your kiss is nothing but musk. My distress come from living without you, Yearning for your scent; Even for that I fell back then; When you gave me your night dress; And it laid on my pillow; And it is that fragrance that Has never deceived my senses, A sweetness that covers me. Your fragrance is sweet and Your insides are sweeter tender; I thank God He chose you for me, Your fragrance rubs on to me; It has rubbed on to me all these years; Without you I am like an adult infant; Yearning for it's lover's scent.

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