Of all the things I thought I knew
I never dreamt that it’d be you
Fully equipped with dazzling wit
It seems our hands were made to fit
For every time you pull me near
A wave so calm it rejects fear
Washes clean the newborn pride
That poisons us from the inside
So, I embrace another night
And ‘t is not rarely I am right…
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