You can boast
Of having found the role
Where you're not funny
And if you believe
That we're going to miss you
Yes, you're not wrong
A box of cigars
Your stationery
A sheet blotter
No one at your window
There where you were waiting for me
Where we were
You can brag
To have found the role
You're not funny
And if you think
That we're going to forget you
br/>Yes, you see, it's a failure
Already, we miss you
Miss you
But what who took you?
Why did you leave
Where we go one day
Without a return ticket?
You can brag
To have found the role
You're not funny
Blurred image
The film is cut ©
Of our complicity
Secrets in the ear
Bites of the sun
Even when you sleep
At less, you lived
There, the last image
I no longer see your face

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