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lover come lay with me leave marks of your presence where i am weakest let me sooth your grey moods and caress your blue body with the pretty white things on your bronze skin feel my impulses of my nerves in motion around you let my movement guide you into my heart allow my prowess to unshrink your nappy crown sing me ballads of opaque worlds let me show you buoyant fantasies of my mind explain the feeling of seeing galaxies and stars beyond your reach speak unto me the secrets inside your marrow tell me my love and i will tell you my love
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Pronunciation: kwiːnθ Meaning: my one and only queen

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