So long it has been, and still this desolate life has me walk alone. True it is that I escaped the clutches of my dreadful Italian uncle, but did that former life rob me of the capacity to love? Did it truly leave me empty, to wander alone until the bitter end
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It has been so many years since I have felt the earth of my fair Italy beneath my tender feet. Like all things, it is a rejection, a void left in my life that I have been seeking to fill.
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Shall I help fill that void, then? To see, perhaps, a smile on those lips - that you may find happiness where you seek.
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This maiden is lonely, but can it truly be possible to taste love where another has taken it?
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