I was so young when we first met, She took me by the hand. She led me to the first floor, She sent me to the clouds, She showed me the stars. In her room, capricious perfumes On the walls the images were all parallel Beautiful like her father, Charlotte was elegant. Beautiful like her mother, Charlotte had the audacity to be herself...without losing her faith...in herself. Always losing herself a bit, in the clouds. Always losing herself a bit, in the stars.
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