.En haut de la rue Saint-Vincent, un poète et une inconnue,
S'aimèr'nt l'espace d'un instant, mais il ne l'a jamais revue.
Cette chanson, il composa, espérant que son inconnue,
Un matin d'printemps l'entendra quelque part au coin d'une rue.
La lune trop blême pose un diadème sur tes .
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