My dear,
In writing this text,
I found? the pretext
To tell you again,
My dear,
Whether in gangs or cohorts,
Humans can't stand each other,
Make themselves suffer,
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So, the two of us, little one!
Our passing wars,
It's not worse (bis)
My dear,< br/>I know cantil?nes,
Where? the cats and the female dogs
Have chosen each other,
My dear,
O? the thistle that grows
Done? the tender moss
Love, the night,
My dear,
So the two of us, little one!
You, spring, me, winter,
Qu what do you say? (bis)
My dear,
I know comets,
With manes of flames,
Great ships,
My dear,
Lovers of planets,
Of deserted ice floes,
To die for,
My sweetheart,
So the two of us, little one!
Me, marsh, you, river,
We can sleep. (bis)
My dear,
Take my fogs, my tears,
The Soho of my soul
And my delusions,
My dear,
Leave me your garrigues,
The violins of your jigs
And your smile,
My dear,
And then, both of you, little!
Similar and opposite,
Let's try to grow old. (bis)