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White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the night life
You told me this is right where it begins

I know each corner of the drowning city, its maze made of canals and countless bridges. And of the orphanage I grew up in: as far as I can remember, religious silence, dark veiled nuns and the smell of incense through naves and chapels.

No mum or dad, I was just another "Mary's daughter", left on the orphanage's doorway.
In my small and dank room I could see my breath sometimes, like little smoky clouds, cradled by the swish of gondolas and the chirps of swallows from the open window.

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But your lips hang heavy underneath me
And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me

In those never-ending empty evenings, beefing up funeral procession or overhearing young nuns' chatter between the grains of the rosary, there was always the fear of growing old and alone, trapped in a future that looked just like the past, the days falling slowly like wax melted by light of a candle, slowly adding up in deafening silence. No holy calling and no other place to go.

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I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go
Is there somewhere you can meet me?

But then one night, oh I still can picture how the water was reflecting me upside down, while I was running away from the heavy glances of the benefactor, my tears surrounded by the lights and laughter of the Carnival. I had just picked up a forgotten golden mask when I saw him for the very first time. " You shouldn't be crying on your own in such a night, you can cry with me underneath the fireworks "

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Because I clutched your arms like stairway railings
And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing

The nuns describe the devil as blood red, with horns and sharp teeth, but now I know that his words taste like heaven and the soft summer sky in his eyes is almost as sweet as his touch. Maybe he wasn't a devil after all, he was some kind of angel. He was Casanova.

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And I try to refrain but you're stuck in my brain
And all I do is cry and complain because second's not the same

Oh, the heavy hand of the abbess, the taste of blood through my shameful lips, but the pain doesn't matter, it never did.

Because he promised me.

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I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight
I didn't mean to fall in love tonight
You're looking like you fell in love tonight

He promised he would meet me and take me someplace else. Someplace far away.

And tonight, I'll run from bridge to bridge, canal after canal, just to meet him. Even if I know for sure that he won't be there.

And tonight, walking softly through the orphanage's long and dark corridors, I look up at the statues of the saints: they have known me my entire life, and tonight, oh tonight I hope they are fast asleep. Or at least, that their holy eyes won't judge me too harshly.

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Could we pretend that we're in love?

Song: Halsey - Is there somewhere
Thank you for reading!
Juliet ~♥