Elle est là, derrière le carreau.
A star that lights the night of its light.
Or if I sleep, I wake up often.
I get up for a drink.
No need to put on the light,
It is daylight in the night.
It is there, behind the window.
And while I drink my water
It taunts me, it looks at me,
It enlighten me.
I go to bed again
Hoping tomorrow comes quickly
Because I prefer some short days
To endless nights.
If the sun is my buddy.
the Moon it is not my friend.
Histoires Naturelles -Jules RENARD
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