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• Artiste: Sophie Moleta
• Titre: Apollinaire
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The sky is as blue And as black as ink My eyes drown in it and sink And I see far away cathedral And I shall never forget this journey When non of us said a word And when I was a little child My mother wrapped me in blue and white Oh holy virgin Do you love me still ? I don't believe in heaven or in hell I don't believe je ne crois pas Her hair is gold it is so bright And like a lasting flash of light Or like the flames which slow parade And laugh at me and go on laugh There are so many things in here I do not dare to tell you I write to you beneath this tent while Summer day becomes a shape of startling Magnificent and flowers of the cannonade They stud the pale blue firmament Before existing fade I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight So raise the blind and see her dress Her dress as black as nails And flowers of the cannonade They stud the pale blue firmament Before existing fade I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight So raise the blind and see her dress Her dress as black as nails And flowers of the cannonade They stud the pale blue firmament Before existing fade I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight So raise the blind and see her dress Her dress as black as nails And flowers of the cannonade They stud the pale blue firmament Before existing fade I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight So raise the blind and see her dress Her dress as black as nails And flowers of the cannonade They stud the pale blue firmament Before existing fade I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight So raise the blind and see her dress Her dress as black as nails