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Einstein
Sometimes, my love calls me "my Einstein"
I am blushing to be compared to the most genious
In the world, after the awesome wheel inventor
But sometimes also, my genious is transformed
In stupidity and then I need to hide under ground
I am like a bull in a china shop, and she laughs!
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