| In the storm of an ageless forest
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| On the outskirts of Poitou
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| In the fall when I lived with you
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| I saw the face of a wild child
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| Who wore a jewel
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| Green eyes drowned in red hair
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| In the fall when I lived with you
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| God makes pictures with the clouds
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| The rain makes mirrors in the mud
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| I looked for you everywhere
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| I keep a mirage in a funny cage
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| How fools know how to build
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| I looked for you everywhere
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| She was old enough to wander
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| Bare feet on the stones
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| In the rivers where the wolves come to drink
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| As I passed she took my luggage
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| She followed me everywhere
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| Up to the floor where I had my lock
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| Green eyes drowned in red hair
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| God makes pictures with the clouds
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| The rain makes mirrors in the mud
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| I looked for you everywhere
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| I keep a mirage in a funny cage
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| How fools know how to build
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| I looked for you everywhere
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| After the storm
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| There was one message left:
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| I like you a lot
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| But I don't think I need you
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| Green eyes drowned in red hair
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| God makes pictures with the clouds
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| The rain makes mirrors in the mud
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| I looked for you everywhere
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| I keep a mirage in a funny cage
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| How fools know how to build
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| I looked for you everywhere |