It's an unsolvable request

Touch my wounded heart with your medicinal finger tips pal.
And I understand that you are belong to another tender soul.
But let her realize that we are not rivals and ruin her nest
Just simply contemporary friends of the Love arena.

*[ But I remember my poor Mom's precious advise; ' Don't play with fire or taste any illicit liquor ever Sonny! You will burn your clear conscience.'

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