What a shame not to be a bird of passage
Nor the route on a nautical chart
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How sweet to be the white cloth, filled by the wind
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Of the sailboat that joyfully rears up
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How slow to be a cypress, living straight to the sky
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That everything in this world needs its time
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What a shame not to be a bird of passage
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Nor a prow that knifes the seven seas
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Or the gleam of a beautiful girl's earring
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Who dances barefoot through the parks
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I search in the noise of the squares
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I search in the streets of cities I no longer know
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I search for the scent of women passing by
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To their business, their struggle, the task that is theirs
I'm saving a sunny afternoon
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A sunny afternoon, just in case
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That's a treasure nobody can snatch from me
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I keep the smiling gaze of some girl
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The color of an orange peel
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Better a feather from a dog's wing
Than spending the days waiting
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To smoke out the mind's hornet's nest
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Let it scatter in apathy with its shadows
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What a shame not to be a bird of passage
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Or a reef on a coral bar
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At the nesting dawn of passage
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That floats on foamy seas
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Or the glint of a tin fish, a water flower
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That gleams and dances in the ponds
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I look for you among the people in the squares
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I look for you in the streets of cities you don't remember
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I look for you in the perfume of women passing by
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In the silences that grow when they don't speak
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I'm saving you a sunny afternoon
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A sunny afternoon, if you want it
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That's a treasure nobody can snatch from you
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I'm saving you a smiling gaze that wants for nothing
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I keep in a pocket for you
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The warmth of my skin in case you come