A thing of beauty is a joy for ever : its lovelyness increases, it will never pass into nothingness, but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams and health, and quiet wreathing.
John KEATS
14 août 2011
Edith Piaf Carnegie Hall Autumn leaves (les feuilles mortes)
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