C`est un mot qu`on dirait inventé pour elle
four years had gone by and he still was as lost as always. As he went through the papers he realized that nothing has changed. The box was still too heavy. He carelessly took out another bunch. Once they meant something, perhaps some sort of physical memories. abuse contacts But now the bench had turn into their graveyard. He had yet to grasp the concept of dealing with unrealities that once seemed real.
Malgré ses grands yeux noirs qui vous ensorcellent
La demoiselle serait-elle encore pucelle 
Sat beside the bench on the ground, He still could vaguely hear the music from his room. It had been a long day.
” What’s next?” he wondered. It was again just the two of them as it has always been. The silent brought him back to earth. He looked around desperate for a sign of life, but it was just the two of them. “So?” he asked!
O Lucifer !
Oh ! laisse moi rien qu`une fois
Glisser mes doigts dans les cheveux d`Esmeralda