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Falling DownSo Much I wish to tell you.
So Much I have left unsaid.
Feeling these things i dont want to hide.
where can i run where no one will find.
Loneliness fades and comes and fades..
Back to where i want to be.
Feeling the same i did the day before.
Falling, Deeper than i ever wish to go.
Only until The day I see,
Myself So happy again.
One Dying TruthOne thousand lies, for one dying truth.
A give without a take.
Where did get lost,
And where did we go wrong.
One by one, where we all lie,
One by one, where we all die,
Lost.. In a bloodstained sky,
Waiting in eternity for one
for fathers and sonsA heavy Burden,
A cross we must bear,
The path is long,
the mind is empty,
There is no end,
untill I'm with you again
This burden to carry
in time will pass.
When meeting again,
You'll speak the words,
I've longed to hear.
"I've missed you son,
No Response is needed,
He'll know by the look
Carried heavy in my eyes,
"it's been a long time,
I've missed you too"
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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