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I'm going to pick a romantic one. I like this one in particular because it shows up again in the soundtrack of a DreamTheater song.
"But he's the sort who can't know
anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
He doesn't know what a woman is.
He wants you for a possession,
to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display.
He doesn't want you to be real,
to think and to live. He doesn't love you.
But I love you. I want you
to have your own thoughts and ideas,
even when I hold you in my arms."
Ahhhhhhhhhh
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