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In Memoriam

Fani Andelman

1951 - 2019



"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"


Autumn Leaves

(les feuilles mortes)

Jacques Prévert

translated by

Johnny Mercer

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