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Never — Mario
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Thursday
How can I hold thy eye with such a court?
I must admit, imagination soars.
And circumstances are enough to thwart.
Ce soir, listen for gentle raps on doors.
S’il vous plaît, we’ll lie under moonlit rays.
I’ve ached for your embrace toute la journée.
In your bed I want to live out these days.
We’ll turn your room into un cabaret.
Should I make myself up to suit your taste?
Can I then trust you to protect my soul?
To come in jesterface would be a waste.
This notional curse is taking its toll.
Néanmoins, look for me, my little prince.
A losing hand can make the faint intense.
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