February 16, 2014
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Drown me in(down) your tears,
Which feeds me with your laughtre;
Toss me in(to) your fears,
Which wraps me with your valour.

Pray shattre my lucidity,
Then thrash me undre-ovre;
As long as you have need of me,
I am your moping ardour.

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