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With the brushing of our shoulders
I lived a life with you
We had a son or daughter who had my eyes
And your laughter echoed after you
All of this in a brief stare
A feleeting glimpse of happiness shared
That made our bodies burn and shiver
As we passed each other unaware
I am not to think of your face, of your name
For when i do, you are there
Lying next to another
I can only wonder
Lesse mon cour vous abondonne
Depuis je suis encore jeune
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