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Feb 2014
Vous êtes mon petit oiseau,
Vous avez mon coeur, isn't that so?
So don't fly away my little bird,
stay here with me and you'll never get hurt.
Your broken wings I can repair,
and soon you will glide next to me,
We will both be soaring in the air,
to be with one another, over the sea.
Vous êtes mon petit ouiseau: you are my little bird
Vous avez mon coeur: You have my heart

So I don't usually make notes but here are the translations (I'm learning French). I want to try more with language mixes so tell me what you think if you have any critiques.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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   --- and rained-on parade
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