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Oh I wish you would remember
This song was yours
It was your favorite, I think
That she is by Prévert and Kosma
And every time the dead leaves
Remind you to my memory
Day after day the dead loves
Don't stop dying
With others of course, I abandon myself
But their song is monotonous
And little by little I become indifferent
To that there is nothing to do
Because every time the dead leaves
Remind you to my memory
Day after day the dead loves
Don't stop dying
Can we ever know where to begin
And when the indifference ends
Pass the autumn come the winter
And that Prévert's song
This song, the dead leaves
Fade from my memory
And that day, my loves died
Will be done dying
And that day, my loves died
Will be done dying
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