I'll take care of You

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look, — at this time I go out,
if you come between times,
get in, (you know how...),
make yourself comfortable, —
a shower... eat something,
take a glass... anything you like,
watch a movie, listen to
some music... and wait for me;
when I'll be back, I would like
to hear all your stories... sitting
cozy, taken refuge in my arms,
(i promise I'll take care of You)

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