| We share a culture, same vernacular
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| Love of physical humor and time spent alone
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| You with your penchant for spontaneous advents
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| For sticky unrests, be unearthed and then gone
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| You are a gift renaissance with a wink
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| With tendencies for conversations that raise bars
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| You are a sage who is fueled by compassion
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| Comes to nooks and crannies as balm for all scars
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| You make the knees of my bees weak
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| Tremble and buckle
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| You make the knees of my bees weak
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| You are a spirit that knows of no limit
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| Who knows of no ceiling, who balks at dead ends
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| You are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers
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| Not seduced by illusion or fair weather friends
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| You make the knees of my bees weak
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| Tremble and buckle
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| You make the knees of my bees weak
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| You are a vision who lives by the signals
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| Of stomach and intuition as your guide
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| You are sliver of God on a platter
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| Who walks what he talks and who cops when he’s lied
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| You make the knees of my bees weak
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| Tremble and buckle
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| You make the knees of my bees weak
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| You make the knees of my bees weak
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| Tremble and buckle
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| You make the knees of my bees weak |