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I don't say, I don't see, I don't hear, I don't really speak but I laugh
my belief is a skewer, with a chicken and a glass of wine I furnish myself
and if I give in I'm proud of it , so I speak externally, I free myself and then I feel better
at 2, at 3, at 4, at 5, at 6, at 8
I don't stretch my neck, to emerge and make myself beautiful I stay underneath
I don't feel like it, I don't feel like it, I already know how to exorcise boredom
I write and afterwards I feel better
but there are those who weren't there, but that doesn't mean we are it calmed down one evening
and there are those who really have nothing to share and hope
that the cake that the carousel and that life always remains sincere
that one day, one afternoon, a highway with the May sun
what a woman, what a woman, a woman like many