I wish I could draw. If I'd might,
Then on the canvas I would write
All the things I have seen in my dream -
That meeting of ours in the spring,
The moment I enter Paris,
You're quietly standing at the sidelines, Miss.
You have disheveled beggars look,
But the sight says a lot, like a book.
It says, that you're still young, you're proud,
Your Look says that you hide from the crowd,
That there is young lady's blood,
And the rest doesn't matter, no count.
Baudelaire's poem about you
It came to my mind in a dream.
Suddenly, after spring, autumn came,
A red curl - in someone's gray hair, a problem.
This vision is impossible to forget
Maybe my soul is sending me regret -
It's a little message about the past,
When I came to Paris as a guest....
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Paris...
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