.John était amoureux, ça se voyait un peu.
Il avait un air si bizarre et veillait si tard.
Il buvait tant de vin que souvent, le matin
On pouvait l'entendre de l'étang jusqu'au moulin.
La fille aux longues mains ne disait jamais rien
Et le pauvre John pensait bien
Qu'Ã vei.
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