It is not with anger that I write
It is with passion I provide my insight
It is not my smile that seduces you
It is the wisdom of my mind that reduces you
Down to your knees, begging me please
To swing with you amidst the trees
A metaphor for how we move
An image of how we groove
In this life we swing together
Even in the most extreme of weather
A midnight storm, A midday breeze
Our rays emit the sunshine with ease
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