A dream I've been having lately is I see Mylene Farmer sitting at home, doing what she loves to do and that is write music. With this Covid-19, she is stuck at home for days on end. She's written music for Julia, but it's not going that well. She asks herself, who else can I write music for? Then suddenly she sits up straight in her chair as a thought crashes into her mind and she blurts out, "I'll write songs for" and then the alarm goes off, ending my dream and I never hear who was the target of her songs.
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