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TO THE CALL
He might have arrived on white charger
A vision come riding over far hill
With beating strong heart
Under chivalrous suit
I knew my hero was home
A bold caring man, but so tender
My whim was his every desire
Proud brow and rough hands
He manipulated my dreams
I knew my hero was home
He came calling, my heart was a flutter
Persuasive eyes and a jaw so manly
Determination etched across a gentle soul
Oh yes,
My hero was home
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