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There in the front worked an angel so rare
With pouting red lips and skin velvet cream
The sunbeams dance through her long golden hair
At night, she sings in my electric dreams
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I can see it all, like an epic poem
Yes we build a love that will never die
Raise perfect children in our perfect home
And write our names against the starry sky
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There’s just one wrinkle, how do I meet you
An amorous scheme takes hold in my mind
Writing to you of the girl I pursue
Here’s a description of she I would find
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I have to meet her or I’ll die you see
Then reading my note you blush “this is me”
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