-A Place Where We'd Start.
The noble and the peasant with me flirted today evening
Through their courtesies and their lillies, many words heard but no meaning
To pay attention I was failing, in a new song I was thinking
Thinking of you, when I saw you
Drinking and believing that the night time had no ending.
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A Place Where We'd Cry
PoetryA place where we'd cry is a place where we'd share everything. A place where we'd laugh at ourselves. A place where we'd live together. A place where we'd fight. A place where we'd love.
