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Outlines of your ribs following the steps of the moon it staggers,
Dark dungeons linked with mysterious towers,
Busting of crescent satellite in flares,
Would you be so kind as to shoot the stars,
If not, I don't know where we'll land,
Would you be as generous as to guide me to your addicting tars,
I couldn't get them out of my mind,
Would you be willing to release my heirs,
I wouldn't want them to grow up crude,
I beg of you to open the cage of malice,
If not, you'll wish I gave you up since.
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