Adieu, Monsieur

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About 60 km off Marseille, at MouriΓ¨s, in Bouches-du-RhΓ΄ne, in a paradise realm, at the age of 94, the great artist, Charles Aznavour passed away leaving behind an extraordinary treasure of songs dipped in love stories. Piously, the world bows in front of him for the last time. Adieu, Monsieur.


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