When did you enter in my life?
So soft and sweet is your presence
Life in itself became a present
Miss Tiramisu, I gently miss you
Filling the notes with poorly drawn
hearts
Jotting down the words, I love you
Let my heart never grow cold
Let my strength never grow faint
In you I find comfort, in you I find
rest
Miss Tiramisu, in my soul, I carry you
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