.Dans une taverne du vieux Londres
Où se retrouvaient des étrangers
Nos voix criblées de joie montaient de l'ombre
Et nous écoutions nos cÅurs chanter>C'était le temps des fleurs
On ignorait la peur>Les lendemains avaient un goût de miel
Ton bras prenait mon bras
Ta v.
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