

Il n'est rien de plus beau que le corps d'une femme
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Il n'est rien de plus beau que le corps d'une femme
Je regarde à loisir comme une aube de brume
Se réveiller l’amour aux caresses du vent
Elle ondule et s’étire au soleil qui consume
Et brille au nouveau jour de reflets captivants
Quelques restes d’un voile à sa lune accrochés
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