Le mur et l'amour

The picture de la France roads were walked lollipops were smiled The fields of greens and yellow straw gave ‘selves up to a breeze that was not a breeze The abandoned lawns, old military tent how come they've become a shelter for the hearts and hand The painting of such vivid colours a smell of french cousine make the memories a lucid dream The french flair - a mere coulisse Où nous avons fixé un mur et nous avons fait l'amour Maite zaitut

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