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I’ve a fixed idea about you.
I know I shouldn’t but I do.
Despite all the warnings
(the facts, they’re so boring),
I see whatever I want to.

My friends say you’re not what you seem:
your fangs, they come out with moonbeams—
and though I should I know it
(you even have shown it)—
you’re still exactly what I dream.

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