Marcher seul, n'entendre que le bruit de ses pas. Aller là où l'inspiration vous guide. Reste-t-il assez d'envie pour l'improvisation?
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In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of A neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence...
Marcher seul, n'entendre que le bruit de ses pas.
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In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence...
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