It calms me, shelters my soul
I strolled through time, walked through the hours
More than a fleeting passion
It's a mirror without reason
It calms me, shelters my soul
I strolled through time, walked through the hours
More than a fleeting passion
It's the mirror without reason
She had devoutly kissed the paper!
It was the first time they'd written to her
And her pride swelled
In the loving warmth that came from them
That stretches in a lukewarm bath
She felt an increase of esteem for herself
And it seemed to her she was finally entering a life
Where every hour had its own different charm
Every step led to an ecstasy
And her soul cloaked itself in a radiant luxury of sensations!