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delusion
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It seemed to me I’ve seen her before
The cemetery looked different with her, like a french paysage
All the autumnal scents were broken
Wooden fences tracks lost between the graves
I was again on my own
The alcohol spoke to me like it had never done
And the flowers were thrown
Like spagetti on an italian dish
I thought to myself I needed something
Grasping a bit of her warmness, maybe
But the yell of the church bell had started
It was too late, for me or anyone else
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