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Leanna Firestone

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    You took Spanish in high school, but I took French
    So when you're tired and delirious at almost 2am
    You type sentences into Google Translate
    And then you send them to me

    Je pense que Lea est tres jolie
    I don't think you know just how much it means to me
    To watch you try to call me pretty
    In a language I know that you can't speak

    You told me you didn't remember sh*t from Spanish class
    You didn't know how you passed but you did
    So even if I wanted to call you pretty back in your high school
    Foreign language neither one of us would know what I said
    So I'll stick to French

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    Je pense que tu es tres jolie aussi
    I think you're pretty too
    In a language that you still don't speak
    Then I said
    Je t'aime
    Je t'aime
    Je t'aime
    Over and over again
    A confession in French
    Because I knew you wouldn't know what it meant

    I know that you don't fall as easily as I do
    So I won't press my luck, and say it in words you'll understand
    I'm too scared that if I tell you I love you
    Te Amo, I'd never get to hear you call me tres jolie again

    You took Spanish in high school, but I took french
    I'm in college now and it's been four years since then
    But I knew exactly what you said when you had sent
    Je pense que Lea est tres jolie, you copied and you pasted
    But it meant everything to me
    To watch you try to call me pretty in a language you can't speak

    I almost packed that painting I made
    I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to throw it away
    But I didn't then it would sit in the closet at my new house
    The same way that it did in my old apartment
    In the dark and face down
    Poppies are my favorite they burn red just like you
    I know that you hate flowers
    I thought I could convince you not to
    If you saw the time it took
    Read that painting like your favorite book
    They both die in the end, and I guess what we had did too
    The background is colored with a poem you wrote
    No painting of poppies could ever be as perfect
    Or as pretty as the words
    You spoke to me like at 2 AM, translating your sentences
    Do you still think I'm tres jolie
    Now that you just want to be friends?

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    Composition: Leanna Firestone

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