.Elle aimait les anglais, leur belles dentelles
Et leurs guitares irréelles
Devant les lâélectrophone elle s'habillait
Comme à Brighton
Et je gardais dans mon journal intime
Mon rêve Clémentine
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Voilà le délice
Et je chante.
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