I come from where the white sun beats on the windows
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Where the vines' green colors your perimeter
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Characters soaked in the garrigue ochers
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A palette of faces the Aude dispenses
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I love diving in and losing myself in that painting
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I love dreaming and seeing myself hold the brush
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Painting the dark eyes of those whose love overflows
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Accents echo under the plane trees and blend there
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Weathered faces under caps screwed on tight
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Rehashing the past years by an iced anisette
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The rusty Estafette by the café, mint water
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Where the pink facade wears out under the sirocco
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The light dance when the musicians heat the air
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Making the world bluer while the hour burns away
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While theirs burns away
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Sometimes I sketch in a corner of the page
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The faces of the people from my little village
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At the bell tower's foot, colors, images
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Living far from you is a long trip
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Sometimes I sketch in a corner of the page
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The faces of the people from my little village
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At the bell tower's foot, colors, images
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Living far from you is a long trip
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I come from where the seasons set our rhythm
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Where bare brick lets the wisteria climb
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Grannies watch from their lavender-blue shutters
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And the little kids on stolen bikes sell it to you
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The housing estate looms in its maze of grey
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The Corbières clay and the Alaric hills
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Bodegas bustle with their blood-and-gold flags
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There the cups of carmine wine empty with no effort
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Old men still wear their bleu de Chine
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Brown tobacco sticks out of their thin rolled cigarettes
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When thick smoke blends into the azure sky
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I can't wait for my retirement in my little shack
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Sometimes I sketch in a corner of the page
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The faces of the people from my little village
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At the bell tower's foot, colors, images
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Living far from you is a long trip
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Sometimes I sketch in a corner of the page
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The faces of the people from my little village
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At the bell tower's foot, colors, images
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Living far from you is a long trip
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Sometimes I sketch in a corner of the page
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The faces of the people from my little village
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At the bell tower's foot, colors, images
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Living far from you is a long trip
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Sometimes I sketch in a corner of the page
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The faces of the people from my little village
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At the bell tower's foot, colors, images
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Living far from you is a long trip