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pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
le long d'une rive
souvent je pense à la belle ville
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
le parfum est venu

 



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