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Images keep flipping through Of my blissful inamorata Though in absolute darkness i am placed I refuse to show any cynicism Perplexed i am at the servitude On with my toga of trust I bring forth my gauntlet To relief myself of any troubles Put forth by other admirers I seek a panacea To help conquer them all Who don't want my being with my inamorata For i am humble inamorato Flipping through my mind Indeed its all but a cliché Mu inexpressable love for this damsel Is something unseen A sudden urge runs in me Unworthy i see myself of it Having in possession of this rare gem Hesitant i am,reluctant i feel But proudly i confess My love for her i wish She replicates it i need Her love for me in return Unfailingly i proceed To call her my lover Oh!yes she is My lover!

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