Gare de Saint Laurent

I look and see a lady.

A lady and her child.

Why so sad lady?

What secrets lie buried behind

Your distant brown eyes?

What of your past

Causes you to radiate sadness

Spreadkng your blue wherever

You may go,

Even when it's far away.

What of your self?

Where have you gone?

To a sunny pasture, 

Time spent in innocence,

Without scandal.

Cheer up blue lady,

Everyone already knows.