To all my wolves, my failures, my real suns
All roads that I have missed
To all my boats missed, my bad sleep
To all those I have not been
For misunderstandings , lies in our silences
To all those moments that I thought I share
For phrases we say too quickly and without being thought
To those I have not dared
To our missteps
For years lost trying to look like
At all walls that I will A failed break
all I have not seen nearby, just off
All what i have done better to ignore
To the world, its pain, which no longer affect me
For Notes , the solos that I have not invented
All these words that others have rendered me kill
Like many children never worn
To our missteps
In love too fond of having failed
Faces and lace cross just brushed
For betrayals that I have not really regretted
For live should have been killed
To everything that we finally arrived, but too late
To all the masks that will A bear had
our weaknesses, our forgetfulness, our despair
For Fears impossible to share our missteps
A
Jean Jacques Goldman
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