April's not the cruelest month after all...
The day is coming... When stolen balloons are much more important than anything else. When sea shells take part of the most beautiful necklaces. When there's nothing left to ask or to prove real.
The day dreams come true. The day dreams are the day.
The day I'll cry the most in despair for the absence of this same day that's passed.
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We must believe in spring.
We must weep our Aprils.
We must wait and pray so that love will come back to us as if blooming like a wild sunflower in the hills of a far away place in our memory called Nantes.
The day dreams come true. The day dreams are the day.
The day I'll cry the most in despair for the absence of this same day that's passed.
...
We must believe in spring.
We must weep our Aprils.
We must wait and pray so that love will come back to us as if blooming like a wild sunflower in the hills of a far away place in our memory called Nantes.