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happy birthday poem

ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
j'ai vu la première poire
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
quand vous venez ce soir
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
quand le vent fonctionne contre nous dans l'obscurité
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
chantez-encore à la chanson vous chanté
hors du profond et de l'obscurité
nos moments plaisants volent
pharaoh, roi de la terre de l'Egypte

 



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