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In Memoriam
Fani Andelman
1951 - 2019
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"The falling leaves
drift by the window,
The autumn leaves
of red and gold
I see your lips,
the summer kisses,
The sun-burned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
the days grow long,
And soon I'll hear
old winter's song
But I miss you
most of all my darling,
When autumn leaves
start to fall"
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Autumn Leaves
(les feuilles mortes)
Jacques Prévert
translated by
Johnny Mercer
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