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Always in the light of day
standing in the glowing orb's rays apart from the cloudy haze That is what pleasure is like Feeling the soft fleece from a sheep A comforting pillow while you sleep A shoulder on which for you to weep That is what pleasure is like The peaceful beat of angel's wings above tummy fluttering when you are in love the things that dreams are made of That is what pleasure is like
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