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Because I had a need to make you mine,
You were good, you were pure and you were fine.
You were my soul, and all my eyes could see;
And you were all that living meant to me.
Perfection, both in form and design  
Because I had a need to make you mine.

And when at last you dwelt within my shrine,
And I submerged my essence into thine  
I tasted of your nectar, versatile,
And dined upon your pleasure to my fill.
You became just another vintage wine,
Because I had a need to make you mine.

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