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He called me well defended
But didn't probe the depths
For I wear little armor on my soul

My intuition's strong, my heart senses the slightest touch, both outer and from my innermost being, especially from my innermost being
My passions once imprisoned have long since made there escape
Once I realized, the jailer was my own self

We give one another labels
It's easier, I guess
But I would like to know YOU..
really, I would

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