Opening a door to a world of mixed memory,
Smoothing off the edges with some sort of mental emery,
Prompting a thought and a little bit of action,
Missing the target by the slightest of fractions,
Not perturbed or full of dread,
Like Thor and his hammer I hit the nail on its head,
Running hard, straight into my arms,
I could not help but fall for your charms because,
You're the one who got me out of my fug,
You're the one who put the spark in my plug,
Yes you're the one who got me out of my fug,
You make my heart go boom chug-a-lug.
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