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Here dans le salon i am writing,

Toi dans la chambre you lay sleeping,

Here the chat meows.

And in my room where you lay music plays,

I’m coming, lay silent, sleep, ill come later,

ill come soon.

How can i be good to you as you wait drinking no beer,

I won’t come right now, but ten minutes after you leave i will appear.

The owner smiles and tells me of your tales,

I should call you now but i am built to fail.

You are the prettiest i see,

But in the sweetest of ways you are not the same as me,

I have bruises and scars and we both live in these bars,

Tonight we shall talk,

but these in streets together,

we must not walk.