China, oh China, my heart belongs to thee. Only you have been constant. Only you have been true. I could not remove you from my heart with surgeries, potions, or spells. I would never even try. From the moment I met you, the very breath of you intoxicated me. I feel drunk on you still. Feet wobbly, limbs unsteady, mind fogged over with the taste of you. My only cure--to drink you in again. Let me come home to you.
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