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je la pense splendide juste
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
elle a dit
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
dernier minuit
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
pourrions nous mais savoir
à travers He va
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
chantez-encore à la chanson vous chanté
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant

 



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