Opium in the sky
Round shapes
Beautiful shapes
I have friends who abuse it
But my bohemian style is wearing out
Milky Way, emerald
The session is before dawn
The insomniacs are having fun
But me, my bohemianism is wearing out
But me, my bohemian is wearing out
The earth rotates and around her
Souls stroll
One soul hopes and the other dreams
Souls hover
Space holds hostage
The lunatic in his work
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May the moon be among its torches
You, the celestial joys
You who came to my lazaret
Do you love me again
Do you like it

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