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My Friend My FriendHappiness you bring my dear friend, you were there when I needed the extra love.
Joy you bring in the days that I feel none
Giggles you share with me when no one else seems to understand
I hope that I bring happiness to you
I hope I can cheer you when you're not in the highest of spirits
I hope I can bring a smile to your face
My friend, my friend, I don't know where I'd be without you today.
My friend, my friend, you probably don't know how much you mean
My friend, my friend, I could never replace you in a million lifetimes
My friend, my friend, walk with me forever.
Untitled LoveBurning burning, my candle flickers as my words pound across the screen
My life and soul lay bare before you, awaiting the delicate touch of your digital response
You and I, we're not the odd couple, we're not so strange
We just fit
Fitting in has never felt so amazing in my life before
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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