where are you
where have you gone
you've found yourself lost
in the depths of forgotten dreams.
come out
come back
stop drowning in the past
we are all waiting for you
hurry on back
we are all praying for you.
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
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