I'd hand you the world on a silver platter,
Not that it'd matter.
I'd give you the finest treasures,
For even a hint of pleasure.
I'd give up any worldly possession,
If you gave me a heartfelt confession.
I'd forget all the loves of passed morrows,
If you'd grant me just one tomorrow.
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