I speak a word, it's clear to me;
How could it be a fog to thee?
For ardored amour holds my mind;
Self-evident and satisfied.
How could it be a fog to thee?
For ardored amour holds my mind;
Self-evident and satisfied.
Conclusions happy, logical;
To disagree? Impossible!
So leave behind false omnibus,
and walk with me in obvious.
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