.Martha est venue dans la grange ce matin.
Tout, tout, tout et plus rien...
Ãa sentait la pomme, le vieux bois, le petit linge.
Tout, tout, tout et plus rien...
La fièvre a tout emporté, la morale, la raison.
La fièvre a tout emporté, tes bottines, mon pantalon.
Pendant que.
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