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The indifference of her own sensuality. This one is a masterpiece. Before I ruin this one with too much rhetoric, I'll just defer to The Boss:
Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wraps your legs ’round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines ...
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don’t know when
We’re gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go
And we’ll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
Baby we were born to run
- Bruce Springsteen's "Born To Run"
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