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Begins? ? thirteen years old
In the studios of the grown-ups
The Hollywood of adults
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Made under the direction
A Stroheim from a pension
Sadists and bullies
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Completely silent
I was made to play in it
Bicycle thieves
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Where? I was the understudy
I shout it, I swear
I was the star
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Either all black, or all white
I I was only twenty years old
The balls like my balls
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Forbidden to minors
By a major
Of adjutants and cops
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Where? my Garbo of one evening
Was staying in rue des Lombards
Poor Queen Christine
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Where? my pale Juliets
Inclining towards the Halles
Always the same tracking shot
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Sometimes in color
Against your flowering mouth
Under your moon hair
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In camera, in close-up
My eyes, your eyes inside
As a makeshift Bergman
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Without advertising or budget
Is it? it's hard if I have
More than our two reels
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Let us watch my friend
Sometimes in slow motion
In its intimate scenes
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I roar my songs there
Like the dear old lion
From Goldwyn-Meyer
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It's a bit M?drano
br/>We come to see my fangs
And my poor mane
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Where? there are no minors
A quarter-hour intermission
No documentaries
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The living settle in
And death leads the way
As a rentier usher
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Who turns, turns? the round
Under the bravos of the bombs
Around the planet
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Stuffed? of extras
Who for two thousand years
Waiting for the spotlight
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Without suspense and without falling
Half? cry, half? hush
Half-obscure, half-obscene
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Who leaves us one morning
Without Oscar? the hand
Who is the director?

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