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In tribute to Fée, my beautyThanks to Bénédicte |
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| Death was a deliverance, That relieved you of your suffering, With a smile you left, As if happy, all was over. We on the side, you on the side, You didn't understand our tears, On our faces hurt us, Like weapons, barely sharpened, But so painful, they remained. Last April 26th, you left, Gone, without my being able to say goodbye, If only I could have known... But such was your life, Filled with love and affection, But now my heart is full, Filled with regret, remorse and tension. That day in June 90, A little ball of fur was born, There weren't even 6 of you, But you were the favorite, From that day on, we adopted you, You were almost 2 months old, For me, it was summer, One fine day, July 30th, And that day, you were called Fée. Off the coast of Concarneau, On the foam of the waves, Your ashes cradled in the water, Will never be a vague memory. 14 years of life, you filled me, As if you were to stay forever. |
English (United Kingdom) 
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