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III BEAUREPAIRE

Dressed in carmine
We met again on a bridge
Stared the water beneath
And the lilies floating there
Oh the fate in my hands
With every coincidence on the streets

Whether it's good luck or not,
My loving Adèle
Who'll be there this spring
To hope it's built above cliches
And read me through these eyes
How could I show

The wounded and wandering knight,
With golden numbers on the chestplate
Riding the horse of a dead knight to a chapel
Yes, for an accident to take place on a bridge
The crippled will pour it down gleaming
And send forth........

"I have a trembling body,
thrown deeper after this;
Its pieces glimmer for me"
With a violin the end of love
These lines brought emptiness,
No grass here greener

We are watching a black-and-white movie
And your violin is heard, it's moving the innocent
In pure songs the water's cold

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