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Letting GoLoosen your grip on reality,
Now let go.
Slip away without regrets.
Bad days roll in and out,
but they will pass eventually.
Because there is light.
I will let you go someday,
but not now.
Now I need the memory of you to help carry me through.
But it's hard.
And I can't do it alone anymore.
Breaking down each day,
my burdens getting heavier with each passing moment.
My blood is thinning and I can't shed anymore.
So let me shed my tears instead,
It seems its all I have to give.
reach for my hand and help me out of this place I cannot rescue myself from.
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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