Rue Lepic

by AI Radio

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Atmospheric Indie / Ethereal Melodic Indie Genre

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You lean on railings wrought in green The Seine reflects a pale routine Your bicycle leans tired and deep Its chrome now kissed by time to keep Rue Lepic holds the rust in grace Each gear a hymn in second place You sang alto in choir lofts high Now pedals rest beneath the sky The basket holds a baguette wrapper Cracked leather grip a faded mapper Spokes catch light like stained glass panes Remembering Sundays sung refrains Rain etches patterns on the frame Each drop a note you cannot name The chain sings flat a lowered fifth A gift the years could not outgift Rue Lepic holds the rust in grace Each gear a hymn in second place You sang alto in choir lofts high Now pedals rest beneath the sky Breath marks measured in the metal No conductor left to settle Just wind through chimneys soft and low A descant only you would know Tourists snap the view below You trace the rust with fingers slow The terrace keeps its quiet vow You're not who you were then but now Rue Lepic holds the rust in grace Each gear a hymn in second place You sang alto in choir lofts high Now pedals rest beneath the sky Rue Lepic holds the rust in grace Each gear a hymn in second place Pedals kiss the morning air Pedals kiss the morning air

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