Dear, you’ve gone for now.
I’m left up here
with songs and photographs;
magic souvenirs.

There the chandeliers
go dark for you.
Patrons in their best;
entrances on cue.

But does it all make nothing of us?

‘Cause here the curtains close
on you, you see.
Roses on the floor;
cheers from only me.

Views are fine indeed
from balconies,
but wouldn’t it be grand
if we were Old Paris?

Les lumières sont lumineuses quand personne n'est autour.

I will not forget
that moonlit flight
to our castle in the air.

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F. Sonata song meanings
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