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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2004-03-16 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | Look the moon is out again Mind the shapeless star that we once called ours Could you call me in the middle of the night Just to sign your name across my heart’s heart Too late for wishes, too late for pathetic laments Where could I find my belongings or my wonders I rushed out the door to yesterday And managed to cling on to tomorrow Neither flashes of light nor shivers Would now guide the way I kiss my beloved Bare foot walking around in the conservatory on Debussy And all this just because I forgot whom I was One morning when I decided To wipe the word love off the etiquette
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