The fever of the flowers

I knew her in a fever towards the end of her life

She seemed to disappear in the illness

By she always returned to her bedridden life

I knew her in a fever towards the end of her life

I made her a braid in her blond hair

Which trailed everywhere on the ground in every room of the house

She told me “I want to escape myself, I’m tired of always eating the same thing”

But she always returned to her bedridden life

She left, she left, she left, she left

You carry a name of a flower that was learned by heart

I love your memory like chocolate

You carry a name of a flower that was learned by heart

I love your memory like chocolate

You look more and more

Like someone I don’t know

She left, she left, she left, she left

She left like the summer

With the clouds, she left on a voyage

disorganized, disorganized

She left for Leukemia

She left me all her books, she left alive

For Chemotherapy, for Chemotherapy

It’s a new country

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La fièvre des fleurs

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