Tuscany Dreaming: A Relaxing Girls' Vacation
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I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm starting to speak now.
Despite that you touched me, I'll cease.
Blessed be the mystery of love.
Cursed by the love that I received.
Who stole the love I steal?
Who died?
Alexander's lover.
Now my riverbed.
Shall I find no misery?
The birthmark on your shame lights me.
Such sorrow can I take and make?
This love is over.
Shall I sleep within your bed?
Oh, is me.
The last time that you touched me.
How will wonders ever cease?
Blessed be the mystery of love.