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If you want love come to me
Hope you do not mind
When I analyse you
Hope you will not sob
When I cleanse you
Sorry I have to use
The scrubbing brush
It will give you pain
But all the dirt you carried
I will peel it away
Do not be puzzled or in misery
As you embrace the moisture
I will lead you to the fireplace
When you have found cosiness
I will burn the lumber
When I let you go
Please do not turn back
The ocean is there for your comfort
Heal yourself in love, but promise
You will do the same to those you come across
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