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butternut_gouache: “This is the Paris of my childhood, These were the borders of my life. In this crumbling, dusty attic…where an artist loved his wife. Easy to remember, harder to move on… knowing the Paris of my childhood…is gone." 

When I met you, I could not speak…
You opened my mouth, You opened my heart…
My spirit rose…
The marks and stains…
Could not exist…
When I met you.
Now it’s all the same, It’s all the same…
The sun is gone.
It’s all the same…But when I met you,
When I met you, When I met you, When I met you…

274. WHEN I MET YOU -  Album: No Plan, 2017