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The Fall

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

. Your long tan legs, your shiny brunette hair Who was I to long for your lips on mine And why would I dare think I had a prayer But I looked in your eyes and saw a sign .…

The Dean’s Office

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

. 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 . I can see it all,…

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