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Those little things - Carla Bruni

"No, nothing but my best, not good enough for you'Cause nothing much is still too much to feelRemember to forget, pretend you never knewTo beat the best and you don't leave a clueNo, nothing but the best"

Tous les garcons et les filles - Carla Bruni

"Tous les garons et les filles de mon geSe promnent dans la rue deux par deuxTous les garons et les filles de mon geSavent bien ce que c'est d'tre heureuxEt les yeux dans les yeux et la main dans la mainIls"

Tout le monde - Carla Bruni

"Tout le monde est une drle de personne, Et tout le monde a l'me emmle, Tout le monde a de l'enfance qui ronronne, Au fond d'une poche oublie, Tout le monde a des restes de rves, Et des coins de vie dvasts,"

Tu es ma came - Carla Bruni

"Tu es ma came,Ma toxique, ma volupt suprme,Mon rendez vous chri et mon abmeTu fais rire au plus doux de mon meTu es ma cameTu es mon genre de dlice, de programmeJe t'aspire, je t'expire et je me pmeJe"

You belong to me - Carla Bruni

"See the Pyramids Along the NileWatch the sun rise On a tropic isleJust remember darling All the whileYou belong to meSee the market place In old AlgiersSend me photographs And souvenirsJust remember 'Til"

You got the silver - Carla Bruni

"Hey, babe What's in your eyes?I saw them flashing Like airplane lightsYou fill my cup, babe That's for sureI must come back For a little moreYou got my heart You got my soulYou got the silver You got the"

Afternoon - Carla Bruni

"When I am old, and comforted, And done with this desire, With memory to share my bed And peace to share my fire, I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands Beneath my laundered cap, And watch my cool and fragile"

At last the secret is out - Carla Bruni

"At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end, the delicious story is ripe to tell to tell to the intimate friend; over the tea-cups and into the square the tongues has its desire; still"

Autumn - Carla Bruni

"There is a wind where the rose wasCold rain where sweet grass wasAnd clouds like sheepStream o'er the steepGrey skies where the lark wasNought gold where you hair wasNought warm where your hand wasBut"

Ballade at thirty five - Carla Bruni

"This, no song of ingnue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever the natural bents. This, a solo of sapience, This, a chantey of sophistry, This, the sum of experiments,"

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