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In a room full of harlots and fantasy
Destiny beckoned us there
Curious child on the balcony
We took the dare
Careless I was to caress thee
Yet never regretting the time
The joy that we shared, it was meant to be
And not a crime
No, it's not a crime
If memory serves us, we will allign
To the truth that we most often share
Curious child, you are on my mind
Do u care?
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