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I imagine you

For so long, I've been imagining
you, covers of magazines
or all the words within...
Saw you, one night, go out
of a music-hall
show, like Diane Keaton in Annie Hall
 
I imagine you, imagine...
 
I forget my dreams
though, after every night
Yet the grey halo of your eyes
remains stuck on my hair
like those Chrisrmas postcards
I used to paint with watercolour..
 
I imagine you, I imagine
 
you in your black jogging-leggings
Saw you get out of a taxi the other morning..
At the station, was that look yours ?
over a mock-panther
printed silk neck scarf ?
 
I imagine you, imagine...
 
so many towns are reflected within your eyes
and all these wet pavements
with their shy travellers...
Rather than a small ad in Libération
like a balloon's dream
I send you my song...
 
I imagine you, imagine...
 

Diabolo Mint

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Within your schoolbooks
Are your dreams and secrets
All those words you cannot say
Words of love and tenderness
The words of a woman
that you hide, that we condemn
you're hiding little Anne
 
Within your schoolbooks
There's blood and tears
Your first heartbreaks
The first wounds
The first tears
That bruise your soul
That bruise little Anne
 
In the school cafeterias
You have to bluff and lie
Around the diabolo mint
When you recall the nights
From last summer
And all your first lovers
That you've only had while dreaming
 
Within your schoolbooks
are your dreams amd secrets
All the words you'll never say
of love and tenderness
The words of a woman
that you're hiding. that we condemn
You're hiding little Anne