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Her hand in her hair
Like me
Maybe she pins
A flower to her chest
And then looks at the clock
Like me
She thinks of her lover
Of her lover’s eyes
Of her lover’s arms
Like me
And maybe even
She will hear
Her heart beating faster and then
Like me
She will want to cry
When hearing a footstep on the stairs
Like me…
Edith Piaf.. Comme moi