They speak in a fast dialect
that only they know of.
Tid-bits of words make
it through my ears,
as I concentrate on the
pace of their lips.
Every note, every sound, every
accent on a letter
is all foreign to me.
As I nod my head
and my eyes glaze over,
I see the land that
you have been describing
to me for months, now.
It's a wonder how I never
knew of this place.
That is, until I met you.
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