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At night I dream of your kind, intelligent face
I wistfully wish for your monopedal embrace.

But I am just a fan
You are the father of humanity
But if you'll be my man
I would give a rib to be your Eve

Adam…
Hills are made for climbing and I'll climb them all for you
And the
Valleys you traverse I'm not averse to going down into

Wherever in your Eden you might travel I will follow.
And if a serpent holds an apple and entices me to swallow
I will not be tempted by the fruit the serpent proffers
Though I've never been that great at resisting offers made by

Adam…
Hills are made for climbing and oh boy I'll do my best
But if the apple is too sweet and shiny to resist
I swear that I'll try not to choke as with my guilt I grapple
But if inside my throat I feel a lump, it'll be my Adam's Apple.

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