FUSE

It's imputed by fizyks this cunning deceit of touch wherein electrons repel yielding feelings and such When I trace your precious skin its glowing radiation no wonder it won't suffice this deceptive sensation To yearn five billion years a rather trivial wait when the ultimate reward is immeasurably great All that I have at this time your blessed flesh to abuse until atoms are one and the same and the sun reaches up and we fuse

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