all the way

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You know, isn't it?
You know I was conquered by you
with your fascinating mind.

Deep in my soul,
i built daily by myself some reality
in a wonderland.

Out there, you'll have,
as magic shipmaster of my fantasy,
a place reserved forever.

And I'll taste each shudder.
And I'll enslave you deeply and tenderly.
And you'll don't oppose.

And I'll don't oppose, too,
if you'll summon my psyche to connect
with yours… all the way.

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