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By B.K. Date: 2004 Apr 29 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.29.23.08.12872]] |
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Talk to me Tell me the things Your mind whispers To my heart When it thinks I'm not listening Slip your fingers Along the inside of a sigh The depth of which You carve so bold But Baby Never leave me cold By playing the queen Of jealousy When in your hands Four aces Is what you hold (c)bk |