To Dream, From France

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Every night he dreams, seeing fields of home in morning light, with Olivia dancing alone. COCKADOODLEDOO! The rooster’s startling melody awakens him, to realize morning at home is midnight in France. He walks with his umbrella the shoreline of Biscay, while the rain blurs the emerald surf keeping lovers apart.

 

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