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Tiens, la clématite est de nouveau rose. Du jardin monte comme une odeur d'été. Lucie pense à cette chanson des Smiths.
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave, you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to Love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of . |
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27 juin 2008 
posted by L'amie de Lucie at 17:34 - 
