La perte de Patrick

One day, one night, one moment,
my dreams could be, tomorrow.
One step, one fall, one falter,
east or west, over earth or by ocean.
One way to be my journey,
this way could be my Book of Days.

No day, no night, no moment,
can hold me back from trying.
One flag, One fall, One falter,
I'll find my day may be, Far and Away.

One day, one night, one moment,
with a dream to believe in.
One step, one fall, one falter,
find a new earth across the wide ocean.
This way became my journey,
this day ends together, Far and Away.

de 'Books of Days' par Enya

 

Patrick, tu nous manques beaucoup,

 

 

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