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With a many and quaint fright I cannot deny there's no fight. For now my life is almost perfect. Though it may come at a price, I do believe you are my spice. The air that I breathe, the wind on my heel cannt fathom what I cannot feel. I know that you are very close yet so far in a dose. Forsake all these rhymes that seemed so forced, because they may haunt you in the end...