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REVE D'ETE
Je me retouve en pensant à elle
Mes pensées s'envolent comme des hirondelles
Le vent estival au fin soir
m'emmène le souvenir d'une passion immortelle.
Les nuages blancs et le ciel bleu
Tous les jours étaient l'été
Me rappelle quand nous étions heureux
Quand la vie était celle que j'ai revé.
Ni les boutons, ni les papillons
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