“Blurtseau writes Blurtsoiselle from Paris”

Ma chère Soiselle, I’m writing this letter
beneath the rain on the rooftops here in Paree,
Ma chère Soiselle, it’s cold in the streets,
and there’s steam on the windows of the boulangerie,
Ma chère Soiselle, the baguette is warm,
but it’s raining on the rooftops here in Paree,
Ma chère Soiselle, I bought wine and cheese
at the market near the café where you sat with me,
Ma chère Soiselle, the wine is sweet,
but it’s raining on the rooftops and you’re not with me,
Ma chère Soiselle, I’m dreaming of you
beneath the rain on the rooftops here in Paree,
Ma chère Soiselle, the nighttime is near,
but it’s raining on the rooftops and you are not here,
Ma chère Soiselle, it’s raining on me,
and raining on the rooftops here in Paree.



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