Une Mèche de Cheveux

In the depths of my attic nestled in a drawer
One day I found a fling from one night
It had flown away, I don't know why
I had forgotten it long ago
In a yellowed paper covered in dust
Her little bruised body lay solitary
She had come to die in this antique setting
She had come to die leaving as a relic
A lock of hair she had given me
A lock of her hair that I once caressed
A lock of hair that came to resurrect
The memory of happy times, the sweet mirage of a summer
The sweet mirage of a summer
I felt my memory ready to tell everything
But I knew the story, I preferred to dream
That day was strange, I wanted to believe in fairies
But pinched by an angel, I woke up
A lock of hair she had given me
A lock of hair that I once caressed
A lock of hair that came to resurrect
The memory of happy times, the sweet mirage of a summer
The sweet mirage of a summer
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