.(are. Belleau)
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Si tu veux que je meure entre tes bras, mamie,
Trousse l'escarlatin de ton beau pellisson
Puis me baise et me presse et nous entrelassons
Comme autour des ormeaux, le lierre se plie.
Ii
Dégraffe ce colet, m'amour, que je manie
De ton sein blanchissan.
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