I can not give the date exact of when we met on the Costa Azul.
I recall trying to shake off a guy out to get into my stash,
when fatefully you intercepted.
I have not succeeded in shaking you off since then,
nor do I care to. You are my lasting act of contrition,
a case of unmerited heaven.
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