.
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My love we won't
hold hands anymore
we won't kiss each other anymore
sleep in the same bed anymore
we won't swim in the Atlantic anymore
no more flowers from you
we won't have the children we dreamt of
we won't write anymore love letters
no more TV dinners
we won' take that trip we planned
we won't live in a house together
no more Bloody Mary's with olives
we won't take anymore baths together
we won't listen to Monteverdi anymore
last night I had a dream. I dreamt I was a flower and you were a snake –
and I belonged to you and you belonged to me
- Niki de Saint Phalle
.
My love we won't
hold hands anymore
we won't kiss each other anymore
sleep in the same bed anymore
we won't swim in the Atlantic anymore
no more flowers from you
we won't have the children we dreamt of
we won't write anymore love letters
no more TV dinners
we won' take that trip we planned
we won't live in a house together
no more Bloody Mary's with olives
we won't take anymore baths together
we won't listen to Monteverdi anymore
last night I had a dream. I dreamt I was a flower and you were a snake –
and I belonged to you and you belonged to me
- Niki de Saint Phalle
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| Niki de Saint Phalle, My love we won't, 1968 |
