Midnight in Paris
I want to walk beside you
be stored inside your heart
his gaze and sewn
legacy with the white line in the darkness
when it is midnight in Paris
long night of huge forest
'm your director and you my actress
Your role will my kiss as rewards
Surf my eyes cry for love
prescisa no longer give my heart
papireo my testament, my heritage a flower
Our turnaround changes the climate and season
Rematch of my muscles
Annunciation your hurricane fleur de lis
baking thorns in a chest of obstacles
hurray me miss your scent.
Arthur Nett
30/03/2011
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