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I have a disease It's called a desperation of the heart It is dangerous Yet could give you a high degree of sweetness Such sweetness that could leave one with a high sugar level I'm not a doctor but I know the cure The drug is near yet far-fetched No other doctor can heal this except one with the crown of a king One with furious passion that can reduce this high sugar level to nought in a glimpse The ecstasy of being locked up in love's oblivion can only be true When my doctor satisfies my sight with his presence And my body with his caresses.

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