The French New Wave - Denouement
And I forecast the moment. And you translate forever. In foreign terms, these foreign words, are foreign to me. If I tilt my head just right...I can still catch her scent in the breeze. Is this what's become of us? And I wish, that I knew now, what I knew then, when I was younger...
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