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From out of the Woodwork

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From out of the woodwork you came 
knowing nothing much but my name 
My being has not been the same 
as you engulfed me with your flame 
That fire cannot keep me tame 
Perhaps this rapture was your aim 
Neither of us can take the blame 
We both knew the rules of the game 
My heart I allowed you to claim 
Only your hands serve as its frame 
Heartfelt and sincere without shame 
your purpose is of utmost fame

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