Italy, my love, you speak to me with the breeze of your warm indigo night.
My love, you speak to me with the embrace of your soft gold sun light.

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Through the clang and clatter, you whisper to me in subtle tones.
Just following your own perfectly flowing metronome.

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Even your food is a beautiful site.
I can taste the love in every bite.

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You call to me, I can feel it in my soul.
You call to me, my heart you stole.

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Your refreshing blue waters warm to the touch...
I never thought I could love you this much.

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There are too many words to say.
In fact, I just wish I could stay....

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So I guess this is going to be my farewell.
But worry not, there will be more stories to tell.

Until we meet again.....

                         Forever yours