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Stop and wait a sec,
Oh when you look at me like that my darling,
What did you expect,
I’ll probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,
Or I did last time I checked

Not shy of a spark,
The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark,
Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark,
The middle of adventure is such a perfect place to start