He was a man, who came from dark
And I loved him enough,
He was my contents, but sometimes
He could be really tough.
I fell in love, then more and more,
Through all the years that,
He was my power,
So I know, how difficult forget.
I loved his eyes, his voice, his smell,
And even liked his stubble,
If I could do whatever want,
I'd make him in the marble.
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