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Oh c*nt, you dick It is so nice to talk like Cyrano and be polite Towards the goals of love. To fight No more. To write quite lovesick On the topic in a way most delicate, refined And win a heart not by title nor by cash Instead by art, to be quite dignified about the flesh A master of the body and the mind If we are prostitutes, then let it be, of a most Godly Muse "You whore", you may accuse: "Of the divine, of the less earthly matters" When I kiss in love letters It goes to show By sublimation, the reality of Love I know

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