.Aujourd´hui, l´homme blanc ne s´étonne plus de rien
Et quand il jette à l´enfant noir>Au gentil cireur de Broadway
Une misérable pièce de monnaie
Il ne prend pas la peine de voir>Les reflets du soleil miroitant à ses pieds
Et comme il va se perdre
Dans la foule de B.
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