One hundred years after you were born, I am late
The plane is destroyed, the rose is broken
The Bay of Biscay is full of tears
I went to the fossil forest to find you
you're smoking a pipe
smiling like a child
Two tail rings, two elegant
I take off my tail ring and show you
engraved your name
don't wander anymore
Please take me with you
I bought a lot of poems
read to you one by one
Slim and long face, elegant and charming
Spy status, adding to your mystery. An untimely death, a heart-wrenching love
Postscript: Hope to see a Leslie Howard biographical film in twenty years. This is a lovely man, and the war should apologize for his death. I will always love him.
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