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Let it go (Flame Princess version)Flame Princess: The stars glows bright on the summer night,not a life to be seen
A kingdom of desolation and it looks like I'm the queen
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside, couldn't keep it in heavens know I tired
Don't let them in, Don't them see, be the bad girl you always had to be
Conceal don't feel, don't let them know well now they know
Let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go, turn away and slam that door
I don't care what their going say, let the fire rage on, the heat never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some distance, makes everything seem small, and the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all
It's time to see what I can do, test the limits and break through, no right, no wrong, no rules for me, I'm free
Let it go, let it go, I'm one with the wind and sky, let it go, let it go you'll never see me cry
Here I'll stand, here I'll stay, let fire rage on
My power furies through the air into the ground, my soul is spiral
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Mental Health Problems:
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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