Adapting

Slowly I'm adapting
To this foreign place
Letting my restrictions go
And make myself a face

I believe that I have found a girl
Of whom I do adore
Yet she does not believe
The lov that I harbor

The children of this town
Are just that, childish
But no matter what they say
I know that they are boarish

This town however isn't bad
And I feel that I will survive
With my companion by my side
I think that I can thrive

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