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The night in Florence is different from that down here. The former reveals itself and invites you to go out. Lights and streetlamps weave it together, dressing it in a delicate and imperceptible lace; naked, you can see... at least the shapes. It asks you to uncover it, and you wander through every alley and every shadow, undressing it. Knowing that you have all the time in the world, you get lost in it.
The latter repels you, silent, invisible, forcing you into exile.
"And it's strange how everything seems indifferent
When inside, one is dying."
The night in Florence is different from that down here. The former reveals itself and invites you to go out. Lights and streetlamps weave it together, dressing it in a delicate and imperceptible lace; naked, you can see... at least the shapes. It asks you to uncover it, and you wander through every alley and every shadow, undressing it. Knowing that you have all the time in the world, you get lost in it.
The latter repels you, silent, invisible, forcing you into exile.
"And it's strange how everything seems indifferent
When inside, one is dying."
MarkRChandar
21 nov 21
DeRank ™: 8,82
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