your touch is such a bunch of flavors now lunch is served and no one wavers you're my Goddess I'm your saviour nothing but the bad behavior is what we savour as a sailor tailor made to ride your waters and nothing matters all is sacred do not be scared it's geared to fulfill quench and kill all desire purged as fire set to the wire we walk upon time that's borrowed there's no tomorrow no more sorrow as we forgo all we know and forsake the lake of dyre straits in the purple rain all pain is pleasure as you have now become the kings most treasued treasure wow is how you say it when the skin is penetrated by the pen we've been belated so now upgraded 
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