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Bouche grave des lions Sourire sinueux des jeunes crocodiles Au fil d'eau du fleuve charriant des millions Iles d'épices Qu'il est beau le fils de la reine veuve et du matelot Le joli matelot délaisse une sirène Sa plainte de veuve au sud de l'îlot C'est la diane dans la cour de la caserne Rêve trop court Aube lanternes mal éteintes Nous nous réveillons Fanfare en haillons!
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Grave mouth of the lions Tortuous smile of the young crocodiles Near the thread of water of the river carrying millions Spice islands How handsome he is the son of the widowed queen and of the sailor The nice sailor abandoned a siren Her widow’s lament to the south of the islet This is the reveille call in the courtyard of the barracks Too short a dream Daybreak poorly extinguished lanterns We are waking up A tattered fanfare!
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This text was added to the website: 2016-04-14
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