Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

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Which's the one that talked much more about us, — the sound of the day or the sound of the night? What's night's name which made us look gorgeous? But of the day which made us look even better? Do you still hear whispers of the sun and the moon? Do you remember which one pushed us inside the dreams and which one took us out? What about the gossip between the sky and the sea and not to forget those tween butterflies and flowers? Music still has the power to create insanely vertigo for me, despite how l feel… but for you what else or it does still, tell me...