Breakfast in Versailles.
Feeling like dorothy...
Everything just turned to color.
Shades blind my reality.
I'd rather not ask my mother.
Crepes and macoroons
Chanel and garçon
We live in a river.
No movie
No black and white
No fancy motion picture.
So I dream....
Then I cry
Then I think
About breakfast in Versailles....
Some day
One day
I'll finally tell you why.
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