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BeGuile
Sweet BeGuile, so benign
Waiting as the stars align
You understand the world's so scary
And with your weight you'll carry mine
The man you are, all too kind
You remind me of a cat of mine
Who curls and whispers, pawing string
Ignoring clicks of the hands of time
One as you so hard to find
A rarity in a place so dry
You'll make her happy, don't despair
Your poetry shall make her cry
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I will make your mention merry
You need not fear the time
She'll be here, in due morrow
Find a place to cast your sorrow
Shed your nerves and be not wary
You deserve her sweetest sigh
Do not stoop to beg or borrow
In her heart you'll leave yourself
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I beg you boy, steady your head
Recline here now and rest instead
Hold my hand and tell me tales
Of the boldest things that you dare to dread
Let me know you, as you said
Your truest ways are mine 'til dead
She'll come and steal you away from it all
So let me hear you speak 'til then
Perhaps she mocks you under her breath
Thinks of you once while touching her breasts
It sickens my tongue to think of her plans
I can't help but wonder of the blood she has shed
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Oh stay with me, and warm my skin
Like we're lovers so deep in rouge
Dear BeGuile, let's begin
And cast aside that witch you knew
My promises will always be
I'll pull you deep within
Poor BeGuile, you tickle me
And I've fooled you once again.
