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I can pen a poem, but afraid it may not do justice to your beauty!
It is your recollections, gorgeous, that steer me even from duty.
I'm afraid that I won't have words worthy to depict your glaze!
Your allure is not skin-deep; your radiance is ablaze.
To steal a glance at yours is what I crave.
But, unbeknownst to my feelings, you seem to rave.
Your fragrance is inebriating; your grace is murderous.
Why would you pay heed to me? You have suitors so numerous.
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