He broke my heart with his romantic Italian guitar with the vision that he could break the spell of a broken woman with a gypsy soul and a heavy heart. Darling with smooth coffee brown skin and amber eyes, you wept as you played and my heart shuddered for I knew that we should part. For visions are only visions and your heart belonged strangely to me.
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