The Love Song of Francis L. Bonnefoy

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L'amour est quelque chose qui ne devrait pas être imposée à d'autres

Let us go, you and I,

When the stars are in the sky

Like a painting by Van Gogh;

Let us walk the city streets,

Whistling a tune on the beats.

With you is where my heart lies,

And like the baby who cries,

I depend on you to know,

How much I love you so.

 

I see the way they look at me,

With their disgusted eyes.

And scowling faces,

But they don’t understand,

The way you do.

So, I depend on you to know,

How much I love you so.

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