To my dearest Gaëtan:

You would sing over the phone,
Love fool.
I was in your arms.
And I heard the fool next door.
I looked at your face in the moonlight.
Wondered what was behind those eyes.
I felt as if i knew you.
I would have said it then.
If you would have sang again.
We fell asleep in each others arms.
We slept together in Violet Dreams.


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