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Câlins du petit matin
C’est nos têtes qui plongent Un matin qu’on prolonge Une douceur qui suit Les élans d’une nuit C’est un rien qui nous tient Un refrain qui revient C’est ton corps que je sens Doux parfum de draps blancs.
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