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Goes Without Saying (2/19/2022)

The sky burns into night on a broken gold horizon

Cela va sans dire mais, I will say it anyway

 

Take my hand, I would follow anywhere

Up the rocks and down the stairs

Leaves falling down like confetti at a parade

Tiny little Bourbon Street in the home we made

 

The sky burns into night on a broken gold horizon

Cela va sans dire mais, I will say it anyway

 

Ever since tomorrow became today

I was singing about you before I saw your face

I'll paint a map on the tops of my shoes

So I will never lose my way to you

 

The sky burns into night on a broken gold horizon

Cela va sans dire mais, I will say it anyway

 

Even if it ended and this was all

I would never regret the fall

 

The sky burns into night on a broken gold horizon

Cela va sans dire mais, I will say it anyway

I love you

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Written by
caroline-stradley
26 / F / American
Published
Jul 17, 2022
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19·162
Tags
#love#nola#french
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