à toi
passionate thoughts are spidering my soul
with this wild perfume of this season's day
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sybaritic, the booze of gods rains on my lips
to annihilate the chaos from my mind stave
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the dreams' melodrama dances on my skin
dressed up in questions and astonishment
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common senses philosophize in the language
of Dassin, attached to the keyword, (à toi…)