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But seniors are just like:

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The words are so beautiful She almost believes them As they fall from the page She thinks of him His fingers, her skin The electric between them So precious, the soul So delicious, the sin The words are so beautiful She forgets what they mean From the words come the fever From the words come the scream The distance between them The being and time The words always shared The touch left inside She said that she loved him And he loved her too But the words, still they echoed: “Après moi, le déluge”

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