You've not
my secret yet
Already the cortege moves on
But left to us is the regret
of there being no connivance none
The rose floats at the water's edge
The maskers have passed by in crowds
It trembles in me like a bell
This heavy secret you ask now
?
Already the cortege moves on
But left to us is the regret
of there being no connivance none
The rose floats at the water's edge
The maskers have passed by in crowds
It trembles in me like a bell
This heavy secret you ask now
?
Appoloinaire
