Lover made of stone, our thoughts were enormous,
but we became shadows of an autumn morning.
We would have had our summers forvever,
but we're only facing a cold spring of endless ghosts.
We were enemies, we were friends as well. We were never once more. On ai qu’un octobre....
Lover made of stone, our thoughts were enormous,
but we became shadows of an autumn morning.
We would have had our summers forvever,
but we're only facing a cold spring of endless ghosts.
Published a year ago
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