We were parting for the night.
We had already said our goodbyes and embraced
and I had stepped away.
He called me back to him.
He held my hands in a ball of his.
"I love you" he said
"and in midnight fading, I love you more."
~
That boy of blessed memory,
he had a way of saying something
so you would never forget it.
~
"Minuit s'amuse, minuit
Minuit s'amuse, minuit...
Midnight has come,
I hear music...
And I'll keep on singing...
Midnight has come,
I hear music..."
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