Quand la seul reconnaissance,
Est l'image de tout tes sens.
Juste une larme coule sur ton visage,
Mais tu reste la bien sage...
Petite demoiselle,
Vole comme l'hirondelle.
Pleure de ton chagrin,
Mais suis ton chemin...
Pix : Stylo noir et marqueur.
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