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Doesn't take long staring at an empty page,

for me to forget time, space and my age,

go back to a time when you once were here,

when i no longer had anything to fear,

the first girl was something, with nothing to say,

until she grew confidence another future day,

reason Italian leather is always next to my keys,

first girl to leave me in tears on my knees,

the second girl was more then something, quickly i admit,

i fell in love with her on her first visit,

watched us fall out of love when i went to Massa,

never knew i'd always think of number two after,

the third girl was less something, more perfect,

her page was the same, no matter how much you turned it,

her smile and her laughter kept thoughts off of Massa,

only after she "changed" did you truly start a new chapter.