Hiver de Cabanis

So ironic 
I had my summer love 
In the Parisian winter 
He slided his fingers 
In and out
Where my emotions lived 
In a way
He knew how to keep them alive 


I can´t wait to get you by my side
And make you my slave 
Will you still know the way
Back to the place 
You knew so well 

-x-

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