To you
To the way you have of being beautiful
To the way you have of being mine
To your tender words a little artificial, sometimes
To you
To the little girl you were
To the one you still often are
To your past, to your secrets
To your former charming princes

To life, to love
To our nights, to our days
To the eternal return of luck
To the child who will come
Who will resemble us
Who will be both you and me

To me
To the madness of which you are the reason
To my anger without knowing why
To my silences and to my betrayals, sometimes
To me
To the time I spent looking for you
To the qualities that you mock well
To the faults that I hid from you
To my ideas of a minstrel

To life, to love
To our nights, to our days
To the eternal return of luck
To the child who will come
Who will resemble us
Who will be both you and me

To us
To the memories we are going to make
To the future and especially to the present
To the health of this old Earth
Who doesn't care
To us
To our hopes and to our illusions
To our next first date
To the health of these millions of lovers who are like us

To you
To the way you have of being beautiful
To the way you have of being mine
To your tender words a little artificial, sometimes
To you
To the little girl you were
To the one you still often are
To your past, to your secrets
To your former charming princes
To you

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