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Normandy

I haven’t been here before

I haven’t been here before

I haven’t been here before

Where everything sinks in her beautiful thoughts

Where my pleasure is light of a firework

Still on the edge, can’t remember that feeling

I can’t remember that place

Rain and fog

I travelled by train too long

I travelled by train too long

I travelled by train alone

A familiar sound of a mystery place

I was lying alone, hands on my face

I was lying alone with a miserable feeling of felicity