We both had
A romantic date
Wednesday at eight o'clock
In my home
On a white embroidered tablecloth
There was caviar on buttered toast
There was brown bread, various hors d'oeuvres
There was a roast pheasant on the sofa
There was a magnum of chilled champagne
lit by four lit candles
On the table
There were cheese, fruit, shortbread
There were some liqueurs and coffee
From Brazil
Time passed
And when midnight struck
I was really so hungry
How stupid
Seated alone in front of your unoccupied seat
I ate the caviar on the buttered toast
I ate
The brown bread, the hors d'oeuvres assorted
I ate the roast pheasant on the sofa
I emptied the magnum of chilled champagne
lit by four lit candles
br/>On the table
I ate cheese, fruit, shortbread
Washed down by liqueur and coffee
From Brazil
You had the wrong day
The next day my love
When you came at eight o'clock
In my home
He remained on a stained white tablecloth
There remained the reliefs of a meal consumed
The caviar, the hors d'oeuvres had gone away
The pheasant was only a small pile of gnawed bones
br/>The magnum looked like a party gone by
The candles were twisted and burned out
On the table
There were some fruits left, crumbs of shortbread,
The liqueur and the coffee were iced
From Brazil
I had nothing left
And to satisfy our hunger
We we decided
To love each other

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