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A lonely man stood there
Some time ago
He’d been working since dawn
The night began to fall
Cezanne
He was drawing my thoughts
Cezanne
He was painting my notes
Cezanne...
Just to see a hand was enough for him to paint
The story of a man his sorrow and his pain
I see this girl he drew, I know he was with her
In spite of the crowd, you can hear when she whispers
Cezanne
He could capture and stretch
Cezanne
The shortest smile in his sketch
Cezanne...
He was the only one
As long as there was a pearl of light
He was there
The colours were wet, a brush
And a man in a chair
Cezanne
Je le garde en moi
Cezanne
Je le prends, je le traîne
Cezanne
Je lui trouve un endroit
Cezanne
Je lui parle, je l’emmène
Cezanne
Look beyond the frame
You can hear when she whispers : Cezanne…