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■ Que faisons-nous de l’amour qui reste ? ![]()
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They're trying to bury Santa Claus,
to kill Christmas Eve, to make our miracles blurry to make us not believe, They're trying to buy the story to grasp the hollowness with their teeth, to rip the sunrise out of the morning and to break the dawns in our myth, They're trying to kill our memory and to put out the glimpses once lit, to put to sleep our Bill Murray, and cover our dreams with their greed, They want to take our smiles to the market our kisses to the deep of the sea, To make a mockery out of Santa and from the elves to make wannabes, They're trying to control our seeings, to make puppets out of our souls, to take the threads of our bleedings, and put it as emptiness into holes, They're trying to kill Santa Claus To erase the belief from our heads, to take the thorns out of the roses and ill the love from under our beds...
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