Immense and red
over the Grand Palais
the winter sun comes and goes
Like him my heart will disappear 'and
all my blood will go away '
will go 'in search of you My love
. Beauty
mine.
It will meet you '.
No matter where you are.
Jacques Prevert
For our moms
over the Grand Palais
the winter sun comes and goes
Like him my heart will disappear 'and
all my blood will go away '
will go 'in search of you My love
. Beauty
mine.
It will meet you '.
No matter where you are.
Jacques Prevert
For our moms
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