blossom roses

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let it be like a sweet suggestion 
for each day to be combined 
with the seductive and the mystery 
created by a fascinating image 
inspired by the holographic icon 
of a trance-foamed melody 
in poetic notes for which 
one loves to surround you 
in the echo of the blossom roses

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as sweet as a sin...

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je t'accuse

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human

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nobody like me…

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yum

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clair de lune

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« Votre Γ’me est un paysage choisi que vont charmants masques et bergamasques jouant du luth et dansant et quasi tristes sous leurs dΓ©guisements fantasques. Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur, l’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune, ils n’ont pas l’air de croire Γ  leur bonheur et leur chanson se mΓͺle au clair de lune, au calme, clair de lune, triste et beau, qui fait rΓͺver les oiseaux dans les arbres et sangloter d’extase les jets d’eau, les grands jets d’eau sveltes parmi les marbres. »  
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