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What is it thats troubling you my dear,
Something internal that you have come to fear?
But its been shown to you so clearly

Its his kiss that makes you shiver,
And his touch that makes your insides quiver,
For the rush that only cold nights deliver

After hour upon hour,
Of the drums in your neck,
Beating at your mouth until it makes you sick,
Leaving a used up shadow of a wreck

With a body thats all but complete from night after night of their lustful deceit,
Where is the One who can turn this cycle off repeat?

So calm the burning inflamation, demanding no further explanation