Sherlock to thee I love,
One with life And nothing above, Thou relieves my strife. Unto thine deductions, You resolve the tempered felony, Surpassing each obstruction, Within your illustrious ability. None other compare To thine intelligence alone, Without thee I despair And am withered to bone. The thrill of the chase With you I embrace.
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