I've got nothing to conceal from you
I've got nothing to reveal to you
Everything is known to you already
You've got to shake off the shackles
And the smokescreen of your defenses
You're one of those swashbuckling fighters
Who've the gumption to come out with flying colors
Listen to me dear, I want nothing from you
You've already granted everything to the paramour
But I'm at your command even after the adieu
Anytime, anywhere in this life or thereafter
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