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Where's the third head
Says the clown
Like a joker in a poker game
Cards are dealing their own way
Suntides and airwaves melting down
In boreal seadawns
Fire is breathing
Painting rust on dust
In a five millions colours
Mischevious fantasy

Someone says curiosity
That thing that killed the cat
Maybe the one named Lucifer Sam
Some other one talks about
The living death in the  arms
Of Emily and Arnold
What is the answer of the piper
When the gates of dawn
Are wide open on the void
During the interstellar overdrive

Nuit noire qui danse

Sous une pluie de velours

Nuit qui taggue son sein

De graffitis orientaux

Dans une corvette

Bleu marine de nuit

Un brûlot sensible sourit

Aux prémices d'aurore boréale

Une main aimable

Un stylo un stylet un poignard

Une touche de sensualité

Qui ponctue un final merveilleux