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Talk to me
Tell me the things
Your mind whispers
To my heart
When it thinks
I’m not listening
Slip your fingers
Along the inside of a sigh
The depth of which
You carve so bold
But Baby
Never leave me cold
By playing the queen
Of jealousy
When in your hand
Four aces
Is what you hold
©bk2004
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