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Man: What does it take for you to believe
this honest love I offer you - undeceived.
A light in my heart reverberates a song,
only sopranos and tenors dare take on.
Woman: Lies! Lifted from your lips,
my father warned me about your colored aesthetics.
Try you must, to make me persuade,
my tired heart wont make a mistake.
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