Sinking of you
Now that you've packed and said your bye
Life should be easier for both of us
But there's a difference that surely matters
Between theories and your alibis
I don't think it's not fair
I don't think it's a shame
It's just too bad -- It ended too soon
No matter where life set sail for you
Your memories remain, fresh and new.
How far from the original bliss
How bitter would be our next kiss.
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CÉNA
Claude-Étienne Armingaud
2002