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if the world was a whisper
(in French)
and the sound of waves
the sand
if a pebble was a mother

then I would love a thousand roses
every time you kissed goodbye
and every time I fall in love with you

you are beautiful

because of a rose I can't smell
because the clouds turned from grey

into blue
and I heard you say

(in French)

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