The duke of Rome.
The duke of my heart.
The duke of my home.
He builds a new start for Urbino.
He carves my soul into the fortress of Saint Leo.
He made me into the Dome of Rome.
He built me into the bridge of the Foglia River.
He conquered all my enemies.
Knight as night, fierce like the wind.
He plays me like a mandolin.
He makes me feel more alive than a mannequin.
He is my lover.
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That's all she wrote.
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