''Dear Armin, Oh Armin, My Armin
He who wipes his pale butt with ultra-soft Charmin
He who possesses the smile
That can seduce me from a mile
Even the beauty of the magnificent skies
Do not compare, the glow in this one's eyes
The voice that I yearn for that comes from the country near France
Oh must I wait until the next weekly A State of Trance?
Armin, Oh Armin, Armin my dear
He whose radiance, shines brighter than Sirius
Who my passion burns for, extremely furious
The man who forever graces
My most euphoric dreams
He who is the fuel
To my heart's most scorching fire
Armin, my Armin, Oh how I hope
He will play "Burned with Desire"
At Lovefest After Party
But even he does not
He does not have to be sorry
Because the place he holds in my heart
Is above all kinds remorse
Armin, My Armin, Oh dear Armin
I am afraid this is where I will part
For I have much homework
P.S. I'm not gay, really.''
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