Danse Macabre

Nothing never ends.

But some people won’t be seen again.

Is there any logic, any rules to follow?

Why are they not moving ?

Give me your hands

I want to draw a smile on their face

You are flirting with your own end.

Give me your eyes

Let’s start again.

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I dedicate this piece to Paris…

Je dédicace cette pièce à Paris…