[ Orpheus wraps an arm around Salieri's shoulder, slowly, gently. He's always been a fairly tactile person, free with his touch when others welcome it, and while he's careful to reign that in when they don't, well. It seems like people have needed it more and more, recently. So he leans against the other man's side in turn, and hopes it brings the comfort he needs. ]
The piano is not firewood yet But the cold does get cold So it soon might be that I'll take it apart, call up my friends And we'll warm up our hands by the fire
Love what you have And you'll have more love You're not dying Everyone knows it's going to hurt But at least we'll get hurt trying
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The piano is not firewood yet
But the cold does get cold
So it soon might be that
I'll take it apart, call up my friends
And we'll warm up our hands by the fire
Love what you have
And you'll have more love
You're not dying
Everyone knows it's going to hurt
But at least we'll get hurt trying