It's ten a.m., one of those mornings where the world looks unfathomably bright, and we should be thrilled at living. The air bites your face with pretty sharp teeth and we have nothing to do today but shine.And you, you're awesome. I love having you with me; the way we can laugh at everyone, the way every one of our sentences is a shared secret. I love where we go together, the placid museum and the marble cafe. I like the taste of the wind; it's like summer falling down through the snow.
This city's colder than it used to be, but I'm all drenched in winter sun when you're with me. I love this city; the miraculous pale shelter of it, the rough-woven colors of it's life and how to live it. I love this street, especially, these steps with the twinkle-lights and the careless people. I feel raised up in the sky when you're with me.
It's nice-- isn't it nice?-- not to think at all about the coming summer or how we will be separated. Oh! but I shouldn't have said that. Now I'll be thinking of it.
If we should meet, it should be out here to say goodbye.
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seven different song references here. points to people who find them.
I can only see one..but I could probably guess at some of the other ones.
at least three of them are from songs I know you know..
Well, maybe I am hard of hearing.
Last sentence = Refuse the Refuse.
I need to get money so I can but some Bound Stems albums instead of relying on the internet.
For sure.
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