He called her beautiful and she thought that that was just what lovers do. But he had come to realize that by beautiful, he was actually describing the immeasurable degree of pleasure that he felt when he looked at her.
If there's one thing I have said,
is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed.
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door,
it's been the worst day since yesterday
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