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Dec 2024
I drive, and it seems to me
that you are in every tree, in every gust of wind
i find your laughter
your eyes’ reflection
in every edge of a cloud
i drive
until the tears mix with the rain
and every breath
becomes heavier than the last
even the night’s silence
echoed with your steps
reflected in every snowflake
you are my morning
and my night
my beginning and my end
Madeon
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Madeon  17/M/New York
(17/M/New York)   
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     South by Southwest
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