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It has been years and months,
Seems you took your love away,
Like a broken angel,
Flapping his wings to oblivion….
Like a bird without a song,
I wonder what I sang.
Singing to the holy hollow…

Tears would be easy and so cheap,
So I would rather wait for the dusk,
Lucky me, free like a wrecked phoenix,
But nothing is ever free,
My kisses got lost upon so many lips…

I got out every night, every hour,
I feel the poison took hold of me,
Slowly but surely I surrender,
To the cry of the doves,
Flapping their wings to immortality,
Oh yes baby, don’t u know, I am immortal…

And this is why my father,
So little to express his love…
And this is why I think of my mother,
So much time so little to express…
This when I know, your wings are wrecked…
To the morning sunrise…

Oh Marilyn, Elvis comme j aimerais vous rejoindre….
Un matin, ou la honte est puéril,
Mais rien ne s efface,
Alors je chercherais,
Cet instant de bonheur,
Ce moment immortel…

H.Naudet dit MARGOT.