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My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and she would tell us
stories about being abroad and
I remember she told us she jumped into the river once,
Barefoot

She smiled,
Leapt, without looking
And tumbled into the Seine.
The water was freezing
she spent a month sneezing
but said she would do it, again


Here's to the ones
who dream
Foolish, as they may seem
Here's to the hearts
that ache
Here's to the mess
we make

She captured a feeling
Sky with no ceiling
Sunset inside a frame
She lives in her liquor
and died with a flicker
I'll always remember the flame

Here's to the ones
who dream
Foolish, as they may seem
Here's to the hearts
that ache
Here's to the mess
we make

She told me:
A bit of madness is key
to give us a color to see
Who knows where it will lead us?

And that's why they need us,
So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays

And here's to the fools
who dream
Crazy, as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that break
Here's to the mess we make

I trace it all back,
to that
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said
She'd do it, again

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