| They turn themselves over to me Completely voluntarily Knowing before they’ve departed I may be called emotional For those brave souls who seek a thrill By a force of nature propelled Greeted with anxiousness and fret What am I? |
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| They turn themselves over to me Completely voluntarily Knowing before they’ve departed I may be called emotional For those brave souls who seek a thrill By a force of nature propelled Greeted with anxiousness and fret What am I? |
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