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Loved and lost
les précurseurs de la servitude au sentiment
Loved and lost, it was a farewell,
On the large backseat of my car
Where our passion has gone too far
I softly kissed her face and lips
Knowing it was only a dream
Where I said adieu.
How vivid, I still taste her salty face
And feel a bodyheat of her embrace.
The same tears that kept her face wet,
Their were mine, my beard wet,
My cheeks hot and a sweet sweat.
Godspeed, what has become of thee?
Years apart, hopefully strong and free?
