13.1bis

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He would take us in his car
Speeding through the lights
of the parisian night

We didn't know nor
did we understand
what it meant for him
sadness and loneliness
and bottles of whisky under the bed

I always hated Coca Cola
I would read and sit and watch
his sadness, abandoned Father
his eyes empty
his desperate need for love

Kiss me love me, daughter,
wash my pain away, laugh and joke
dance and be stronger than the strongest
woman alive, daughter.

You're mine I made you and
then we went and ate italian food
and I drunk watching you eating
loving your life unable to give you hope and happiness
needing you to succeed where I had failed

You'd play cards with my mother and eat the food she made
for you
You'd laugh and shine and talk and look at me with eyes
no other woman alive

My friends and my life and my cars and my money
but your eyes and your pride
the stories I would tell about good old times
so they'd remain alive

You'd grow up and know
Future was a time I didn't aknowledge
Future wasn't bright
There was no way
You'd forgive and forget
I thought