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Si quelque bonne fée avait cousu des ailes À mon dos fatigné du fardeau du malheur, Je n'irais pas ainsi que ces papillons frêles Me bercer dans le doux calice de la fleur. Rempli d'un seul désir, j'oublierais dans ma course Les arbres pleins de nids qui charment les chemins, Du doux gazouillement des oiseaux, et la source Où boivent les enfants dans le creux de leurs mains. Loin des blés soleillés qu'un matin d'or arrose, Sans m'énivrer joyeux à l'urne d'un lys blanc, Sans poser mon léger pied sur la rose, rose, Loin des coquelicots je prendrais mon élan. J'accourais, lutin bleu, vers toi, d'où tout rayonne Sur tes lèvres en fleurs je saurais me poser, Puis je m'envolerais de ta bouche mignonne Ayant bu ton haleine et cueilli ton baiser.
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 132
If some good fairy had sewn wings to my back, weary under the burden of sorrow, I would not follow these frail butterflies to rock in the flower's sweet calyx. Filled with one desire alone, I would forget in my haste the trees full of nests that lend charm to the road, the sweet cooing of birds and the spring where children drink from cupped hands. Far from the wheat, golden in the morning sun, without drinking deeply from the urn of a white lily or setting my light foot on a rose, far from the poppies I would speed. I would hasten to you, blue sprite, source of all radiance. I would alight on your flowered lips, then fly from your sweet mouth, having drunk your breath and gathered your kiss.
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 133
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