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When you sent me your love note
I took a walk across the boat.

"Take the fake snake from the lake,
Make and bake cake; wake, ache, shake."

I felt so good, I ran
Halfway across Iran.

"I'd bide what wide light might tide,
Shied, sighed, pied, ride, night-side."

When I looked at what your words were
I felt my heart beat like the cursor.