FROM HONORÉ BEAUGRAND TO ILE CHARRON
It sounds like a plot
From a 19th century French novel
Highborn woman’s route to the leper colony
Written by a man
Loaded with the pox
Not a sou to his name
(Bien sûr!)
On Ile Charron
(He writes)
The sky falls apart
And that smell
it reminds her of
The rustle of grass
In a stale breeze
It sounds like a plot
From a 19th century French novel
Highborn woman’s route to the leper colony
Written by a man
Loaded with the pox
Not a sou to his name
(Bien sûr!)
On Ile Charron
(He writes)
The sky falls apart
And that smell
it reminds her of
The rustle of grass
In a stale breeze
