How can I put this?
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N o words in the world, or human feeling known,
all colours seem dun, since I met this girl.
I stay up all night, in case she rings,
Within my subconscious she lives in my dreams.
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H er zaffiro occhi, muddle my mind,
glinting, glistening straight from the mine.
Skin so soft, I miss her touch,
I’ll admit I’m an addict — I didn’t get enough.
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A nd I hate this feeling, which I can’t describe,
I’ve met the one, the last of my kind.
She said she loved me and I felt the same,
yet with finite time, imagine the pain…
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T o go on dates and fornicate, with other women to fight my mind,
I know she’s gone, I wish she wasn’t. My pain, my grief; sweet love of mine.