Paris Motel
Entrez dans la Salpêtrière
As we stepped towards the gatewayOf this old and troubled placeAnd we felt its spirit call with every breath.And the crows arose like midnightFrom the facets of its faceAs they taunted us with tales of love and death.And behind its empty windowsSang the voices of the pastAnd their long-forgotten stories filled the air.We are mad and we are restlessWe are poor and dispossessed.We're the women of the old Salpêtrière.
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