I'd had rathered never knowing you
'Cause since I saw you every day
Nights have been too longs to do

For making time past faster I flew
Through the sky, across my dreams...Well,
I'm again alone besides things are not true

I made all the mistakes, all the illusions too
Everything seems so fantastic
But when you come back there, you who everybody sue

I can't hide the piety that I keep to you
My heart is not a box of plastic
Where feelings are wolfed down, out of view.

Baby, I'm crazy about you.

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Ce poème est un des rares écrits en journée.
Dans un état "normal".
D'où la différence possible de style...