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On the Highest Branch

At the clear fountain
Heading out for a walk
 
Hung from the highest branch
Among the chestnuts
It seems as if you're gently swaying
I catch sight of you and loose my footing
 
Even if nothing matters anymore
Have you at least found the key
That gives us our youth back
And our wild laughs of schoolchildren
 
This night
It's the automn wind
That will cradle you
Let it
Shielded away from men
Cradle you with me nearby
 
There is surely an unease
Like a brief hesitation
While placing chairs
For Christmas Eve dinner
 
You'll live in all of our silences
Through random conversations
I will get used to your absence
But I won't say your name anymore
 
This night
It's the automn wind
That will cradle you
Let it
Shielded away from men
Cradle you with me nearby
 
Hung from the highest branch
One day I will forgive you
Tell the Good Lord that it's Sunday
And that he can come get you
 
Original lyrics

À la plus haute branche

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