:17:01
That passes my mind's eye
lilting, dreamily.
:17:06
Her hair pours down her brow
like torrents of pure gold
:17:11
Round which wind, sea and sun
quarrel for a hold.
:17:19
I could tell you
of her hands, of her eyes.
:17:24
I could go on and on
until the next sunrise.
:17:29
She is my only love,
but what good is a dream?
:17:36
I've searched all over
but she's nowhere to be seen.
:17:43
He could tell us
of her hands, of her eyes.
:17:50
He could go on and on
until the next sunrise.
:17:55
She is his only love
but what good is a dream?
:18:01
He's searched all over
but she's nowhere to be seen.
:18:10
Can she be far?
Is she close to me?
:18:16
I couldn't say
but I know she does exist.
:18:21
Is she a wicked girl?
Or born to royalty?
:18:27
Her pedigree means nothing,
because I am an artist,
:18:33
And Love is the sole authority.
:18:42
Nice portrait,
but no one like that here.
:18:45
- No, no one.
- I prefer redheads.
:18:49
- Heavens! Have you seen Delphine?
- No, ma'am.
:18:52
I bet she forgot to pick up Booboo.
:18:57
Could you go, Maxence?
:18:59
I'm already late for maneuvers.