When She came
A song french
Was i not by Her omniscience drenched?
For She a song became
A french flavoury savoury one,
A song
A la claire fontaine...
And
me thought
me sang...
Without being made seen
But heard still...
'C'est pour toi,
mon amour, j'existe...
C'est vous qui me chante...'
Monday, July 8, 2013
When she became... a french song...
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