Fleur's Place

I don't know how to read you,
my love;
your eyes confuse me
the world is filled
with diamonds and gold;
your eyes promise me
wealth untold

I don't know how to hear you,
my love;
your words confuse me
while you talk,
an icy wind blows
and I face this harsh poverty alone
I face this harsh poverty alone!

present

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This song is scored for solo clarinet, flute, alto flute, and synthesizer.

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