Return in your theatre made of tin.
The doors of the theatre open wide.
The wind shakes your beautiful hair in this morning in Paris.
I try to get closer to you with tears in the eyes.
And then a myriad glints of rain in this old picture of your smile.
Look at that seagull in the sky, it's my Valentine.
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