He mixes honey at the bottom of his cup
He looks out the skylight
The sky
Every time a plane passes
He says to himself that it Maybe it's her
Who passes over his house
He was told that she was in heaven
He dreams lying on a parquet floor
In his mother's arms
Drawn in chalk
Every evening in secret
He does this drawing
Stroke for stroke
Starting from 'a portrait
He dreams lying on a parquet floor
In the arms of his mother
Drawn in chalk
Every evening in secret
This drawing he does it
stroke for stroke
from a portrait
Lost at the back of his class
He gets tangled
He struggles with the tough one
Pluriel
Then he explains to his mistress
Why parent doesn't take hugs
Hugs he would like so much
Even if it's just one per year
He dreams lying on a parquet floor
In his mother's arms
Drawn with chalk
Every evening in secret
This drawing he does it
stroke for stroke
from a portrait
He dreams lying on a parquet floor
In the arms of his mother
Drawn e with chalk
Every evening in secret
He does this drawing
Line for line
From a portrait
He dreams lying on a parquet floor
In his mother's arms
Drawn with chalk
Every evening in secret
This drawing he does
Stroke for stroke
From a portrait
Line for line
From a portrait

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