Come on,
rag-doll ballerina
Return in your theatre
made of tin
Do not forget one day you'll
fly
The doors of the theatre open wide
The wind shakes your beautiful hair in this
morning in Paris
I try to get closer to you
with tears in the eyes
And then a myriad
glints of rain in this old picture of your
smile
Look at that seagull in the sky, it's
my Valentine
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