New Orlean funeralBirds fill the street with their morning song. The acoustics at the bottom of the hill make this stretch of St-Stephen a prized territory for bachelors seeking a coocoo of their own. Especially during the mornings, between crisp air and rested throats, the battles are fought most fiercely, enchanting human passersby and inspiring love for one more day. One cute girl is even walking on cruise control, not even conscious enough to beware the non-chirping world with its sharp corners and blunt obstacles, so hypnotizingly ancient is that music. Heading towards her, directly, is a sweeping red and white cane, followed at a distance byNew Orlean funeral
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I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
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