Good night my friends, goodnight

Marie pensive, et des visages qui s'éclipsent poliment.

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[And all the rain falls down, Amen, on the works of last year's man / I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark / Oh, one by one she had to tell them that her name was Joan of Arc / I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while / I want to thank you Joan of Arc for treating me so well / And tho' I wear a uniform I was not born to fight / All these wounded boys you lie beside / Good night my friends, goodnight]