Oh Bella, sweet Hermosa, my shining ray
There have always been a thousand things to say
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While I look through the glass
From inside my cell of a train so fast
I see the trees and fields passing by
And some innocent kids waving me bye
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So here I am, back on my couch
Thinking of you all night out
Struggling for words to write a poem
Explain without you how lonely I am
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These days I had been busy
Thinking of you the entire time
Sleepless nights and dreaming days
Affixed gaze towards the oblivion
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Words sometimes surprise me
With their inconspicuous nature
Sometimes they are amply available
And sometimes escape capture.
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