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*Our childhood*


I remember a tree
I remember the wind
These vague rumors
At the end of the ocean
I remember a city
I remember a voice
These shining Christmas
In the snow and cold


I remember a dream
I remember a King
On summer ends
In a wooden house
I remember the sky
I remember the water
In a lace dress
Torn in the back


This is not the blood flowing in our veins
The river of our childhood
It is not death that makes me the trouble of
It is n'plus see my father dancing


I remember a lighthouse
I remember a sign
In a light in the evening
In an anonymous room
I remember love
I remember the gestures
The carriage return
The scent on my jacket
I remember so late
I remember so little
These trains of chance
On a couple of lovers
I remember London
I remember Rome
The sun makes the shadow
Grief that is the man