.La cime des grands arbres se penche
En contre-jour dans la lumière
Piaf à la radio hait les dimanches
Moi, j'aime la fine poussière
Qui étincelle autour de toi
Sentir ton ventre sous mes doigts
Et toucher la tiédeur de ton corps
Te contempler de bas en haut
Quand.
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