I would like some green sun
Laces and teapots
Seaside photos
In my winter garden

I would like some light
Like in New England
I want to change the atmosphere
In my winter garden

Your flower dress
Under the November rain
My hands that run
I can't wait any longer
The years pass
How far is the tender age
No one can hear us

I would like some Fred Astaire
See a Latécoère again
I would always like to please you
In my winter garden

I want to have lunch on the ground
Like along the clear gulfs
Kiss you with open eyes
In my winter garden

Your flower dress
Under the November rain
My hands that run
I can't wait any longer
The years pass
How far is the tender age
No one can hear us

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