After that, we ought to use
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After that, on the grass
That is coming from across the world
Fading behind the glass
The teardrop chandelier
She was sending her child
The small mercies of her life
The horizon is a dark secret
And that sun, slow but sure
Kept calling « just come back »
On a balcony saved him
Fading behind the glass
The teardrop chandelier
She was sending her child
The small mercies of her life
Fading behind the glass
The teardrop chandelier
She was sending her child
The small mercies of her life
Behind the mad green of the garden
An amazing genius
Silent - so she floated
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Behind the mad green of the garden
An amazing genius
Silent - so she floated
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Fading behind the glass
The teardrop chandelier
She was sending her child
The small mercies of her life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem