let me love you, baby

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mathematical definable, 0.9(9) seems to be
the decimal number which describes our love
and which looks close enough if we're as one
answering to our feelings won at climax hour
from my soul and yours without anticipation

apropos, what time's in you 'cause inside me
shows exactly hour, let-me-love-you-baby

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