They seemed to love each other like before
And their hands held each other like before
And yet something in the air
No longer sang like before
I who knew them well
I saw them from very far away
But it was as if I heard
Every word they said to each other
No, no, no sentences useless
Everything is too difficult
It is better that we leave each other
There were turtle doves in the sky
And I cried
There were the lake and swans in their wings
White as the winter that awaited me
Between her and him my destiny was at stake
I was playing at choosing which one would take me away
But my heart was divided each time
Didn't make up his mind
He turned his back, I saw him go
She went back down the path
And in a trembling voice she said to me:
My enfant, tu leftovers with me
You leftovers with me

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