The Girl with the Glass

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I suffer from a rare bone disease

They call me 'the glass man'

Julien Dufayel

Monsieur Dufayel, I'm -

Amélie

Amélie Poulain

Why is it that someone so young and full of life

Spends every night alone at her window

Unless her friends are all dwarves and I can't see them

Are you an artist?

Every day I come to a canvas with palette and brush

And I ask myself the same question

May I?

Paintings, these paintings

And each of them unfinished and the same

Every year I get a bit closer

As I work my way to the center

But in the end it always comes down to her

Renoir's The Luncheon of the Boating Party

I've been painting it for twenty years

See her there

Safely hid in the budding middle class

I can capture each face

Every tender embrace

Except for the girl with the glass

So much life

The game of love

That anyone can play

See they laugh and they try

To catch each other's eye

But the girl with the glass looks away

The girl with the glass

I wonder, what does she see?

The girl with the glass

As if she's looking out at me

The girl with the glass

Just a young girl

Who doesn't belong

To anywhere

Or anyone

Maybe she's just... different

In what way?

I don't know

Maybe when she was little

She didn't get to play with other kids

Well, isn't it about time she started?

Maybe this whole soirée

Is a party she's thrown

Maybe she's reunited

That dog with its owner

And maybe she whispered

That he's into him

While she sits there and watches it all

From the rim of her glass

I wonder, what does she see?

The girl with the glass

As if she's looking out at me

The girl with the glass

Just a young girl who doesn't belong

To anywhere

Anywhere

Or anyone

Bretodeau