MARIE CLAIRE

                                                                                           M irage inattendu

                                                                                           A u fruit d'un pur hasard

                                                                                           R este là, confondu

                                                                                           I mbécile et hagard

                                                                                           E bloui par tes fards

                                                                                           C omme je passerai bien

                                                                                           L e plus clair de mon temps

                                                                                           A t’aimer tendrement

                                                                                           I l ne me faudrait rien

                                                                                           R ien d’autre qu’un regard

                                                                                           E clair pour qu’on s’égare!

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