You jumped from page to page, in the book of my life
A little bohemian, a little wild, you came, you came, delighted
You left me without hesitation to return even prettier
You blew away a few clouds and you offered me an improvement
And time stopped when you landed at my house, at my house
Time stopped, yes, but you, you were passing
Why? Why?
You only ever passed by in passing but you still left me
Enough to love you, something to dream about until the next time
You left me your trunk, full of rags, falbalas
Yes, but I lived for nothing when you were not in my arms
I followed on postcards, the paradise where you danced
And when sometimes things went wrong, you cried, I consoled you
But what torture from Tantalus: My love for your friendship
One day, I left your trunk at the rag picker from the neighborhood
Because my heart was all broken
And time stopped when you landed at my house, at my house
Time stopped, yes but you were passing
Why? Why?
You only ever passed by in passing but you still left me
Enough to love you, something to dream about until the next time.

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