Duncan Dhu
Miscellaneous
A street in Paris
A street in Paris
It's not just gold
What I lost there
A bet on the heart, never Play if only
Your honor remains.
And now there is a room
With a painting and a mattress.
A street in Paris,
His memory of everything I achieved ,
The farewell of a woman
She took the pay, the wine and the pleasure.
And in my old room there are curtains
So that the sun does not enter.
The night took away the paintings,
Sanity and faith.
And no one was ever seen leaving again
Color of my brush
The painting I painted with your smile
And that never ended
It remained in the room and was never seen again.
A street in Paris
It reminds me of everything that was not
The end of an illusion
On the night when Paris shook.
And now there is a room
With a painting and a mattress.

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