La rivière de notre enfance

I remember a tree
I remember the wind
Of those rumors of waves
At the end of the ocean
I remember a city
I remember a voice
Of those shining Christmases
In the snow and the cold

I remember a dream
I remember a king
Of a summer coming to an end
Of a wooden house
I remember the sky
I remember the water
Of a lace dress
Torn in the back

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It's not blood that runs in our veins
It's the river of our childhood
It's not his death that makes me sad
It's not seeing my father dance anymore

I remember a lighthouse
I remember a sign
Of a light in the evening
Of an anonymous room
I remember love
I remember the gestures
The carriage ride back
The scent on my jacket

I remember so late
I remember so little
Of these trains of chance
Of a couple in love
I remember London
I remember Rome
Of the sun casting shadows
Of the sorrow shaping the man

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