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In the past, with Pierre and Gladys
We saw them passing in white dresses
To the stream that trailed our dreams
Towards a haven of joy
We followed the trail of the fairies
It was in May
Fly, crazy blonde
We saw them take off their white dresses
A torrent of golden hair
Lapped our silken eyes
We were on the trail of the fairies
It's It was in May
I was the prince in his carriage
My muse cried to the stars
Then I became the dog again
Jadis , hidden under the fleur-de-lys
We saw them strolling in white dresses
In the land where the wind embraces the people with a thousand tears
We followed the trace of the fairies
It was in May
Fly, fly, blonde nympholle
We could hear them laughing in white dresses
And the grass of the park soaked our childish feet
We were on the trail of the fairies
It was in May
I was the prince on his carriage
My muse cried to the stars
Then I became the dog again