My small business
Doesn't know the crisis
Blooming it shows off
Satin treasures
Golden as desired
I order an expert opinion
But the truth exhausts me
Tirelessly reveals itself
And my fingers palpate
Feel this epidermis
Which makes me stand up
Which makes me work
Monday
Tuesday
On Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
From dawn to dawn
Part of the morning
And holidays
Abstinence
My little business
My locomotive
Advances in defiance of semaphores
Pulls me from nothing
Qu' matters
Love matters
Whatever
Love is exported
Whatever
Door to door
In Crimea ©e
Southern Burma
Lobbies in Libya
In Laos
Asia is flowing to my ears
My small business
Doesn't know the crisis
Exposes himself to the firmament
Suggests recovery
Hiring
Poaching
Tirelessly moves on ©veil
And my fingers to palpate
Palp this epidermis
Which makes me squeal
Which makes me knock
à ⬠each landing
Staircase C
Building B
̉ the edge of his lips
Qu' matters
Love matters
Whatever
Love is exported
Whatever
I'm losing my way
At Cape Horn
When I see the Pyramids dawning
Nez-à-nose
My whims
Asia flows to my ears
My little business
Doesn't know the crisis
Blissful she shows off
Satin treasures
Golden to perfection
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Dawn to dawn

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