Good morning, all. This is the best I can do with the words. Harry and
Conny and I reached the same conclusions, but none of us can figure our
No Way, unless it is Noah, which is Noé in French. I'll keep asking.

See you Friday night.
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Chorale: words to Zachary Richard’s PROMESSE CASSÉE

La sur l’eau
There on the water

Nos vies cassées en mille morceaux
Our lives broken in a thousand pieces

C’est tout ce qu’il nous reste
That’s all we have left

Les mille morceaux de ta promesse
The thousand pieces of your promise

Noé
Emmène-moi loin d’ici
Noah, take me far away from here

Aussi loin que tu pourrras.
As far as you can.