The room is free Each for himself A new arrival Pays by the month The boss is doubtful Whether you’ll pay Like a top I spin on the way The traffic noise My neighbour gross Who puffs an acrid English smoke O La Vallière Who limps and smiles In my prayers The bedside table And all the company in this hotel know the languages of Babel Let’s shut our doors With a double lock And each adore his lonely loveSourceThe script ran 0.008 seconds.
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