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Please let me be

I want to roll with my face in the grass

Then look up and see how bright the colours of the leaves are from the trees in September

The days are getting shorter

But the temperature is nice and the light more beautiful than ever

Since my last holidays I can see again

A sole tree at Carreau du Temple

Light green

While all the others are dark

Is there a light from above just always focusing here?

The sun is still on the tin rooftops of Paris

Where people are standing on their balconies

A baby in their arms

My eyelids more heavy

And a whistle

We all must go

I have to go

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