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On some little piece of paper
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For Serene
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Et la mer et l'amour ont l'amer pour partage
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I was neither living nor dead, and I knew nothing
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Allein
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et in Arcadia ego
| Alex Monty |:
You want to go home, but you know there's no one there for you
| Alex Monty |:
Not to find one's way around a city does not mean much...
| Alex Monty |:
Incomprehensible spirit, sometimes light, sometimes sea
| Alex Monty |:
On nature and man
| Alex Monty |:
One must imagine Sisyphus happy
| Alex Monty |:
Il arrive un moment où on n’imite plus que soi
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lights off
| Alex Monty |:
Après-midi en Bretagne...
| Alex Monty |:
Moments d'été
| Alex Monty |:
I smiled,—for what had I to fear?
| Alex Monty |:
Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer
| Alex Monty |:
Holes...
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Je suis fou de toi
| Alex Monty |:
Rest, think, or just rest
| Alex Monty |:
Sur le soupir de l'amie...
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Pause...
| Alex Monty |:
...
| Alex Monty |:
Qui ne voit pas la morte en rose est affecté d’un daltonisme du cœur
| Alex Monty |:
Onde a terra se acaba e o mar começa
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Fade out
| Alex Monty |:
L'enfer, c'est l'attente sans espoir...
| Alex Monty |:
Pietà, or the not so dead Jesus
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There must be a world elsewhere
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Avec le temps...
