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My only child & All That Is My Own in "La cicatrice intérieure" de Philippe Garrel. MY ONLY CHILD My only child be not so blind See what you hold There are no words no ears no eyes To show them what you know Their hands are old Their faces cold Their bodies close to freezing Their feelings find The morning small Too small to fill their ways with breathing The evening tall My only child remember well The words that you are told For some of them it is only easy to survive Their hands are old Their faces cold Their bodies close to freezing Their feelings find The morning small The evening tall Man and wife are feasting the time The time that lies behind At home in sweetness and delight Drinking the bitter wine Their hands are old Their faces cold Their bodies close to freezing Their feelings find The morning small The evening tall ALL THAT IS MY OWN Your winding winds stood so All that is my own Where land and water meet Where on my soul I sit upon my bed Your ways have led me to bleed Every child will be able to weep Every wise man spoke of him Every keeper will be sleeper And a guide to ways unsure Your winding winds did sow All that is my own Where land and water meet Where on my soul I sit upon my bed Your ways have led me to bleed He who knows may pass on The word unknown And meet me on the desertshore Meet me on the desertshore Your winding winds did sow All that is my own Where land and water meet Where on my soul I sit upon my bed Your ways have led me to bleed He who knows may pass on The word unknown And meet me on the desertshore Meet me on the desertshore Meet me on the desertshore Your winding winds stood so All that is my own Where land and water meet Where on my soul I sit upon my bed Your ways have led me to bleed He who knows may pass on the word I know And meet me on the desertshore Meet me on the desertshore Your winding winds did sow All that is my own Where land and water meet Where on my soul I sit upon my bed Your ways have led me to bleed http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0068380/