"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Je n'ai pas les mots pour exprimer mes pensées...
Que veux-tu me dire?
Alors, donne-moi la chanson que tu me chantais.
Ah...Les feuilles mortes, peut être?
Oui. Merci a toi pour la chanson.
Click sur le lien pour entendre la chanson (français et anglais):
Fin: Dorothée Berryman - Les feuilles mortes (The Autumn Leaves)
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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