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elle s'arretait Au nom de l'amour j'ai vu s'avancer Le paradis perdu retrouve couplet: On ne fait que passer Tous a cote de soi Et du premier au dernier

Like apples to oranges, both fruitful. Two eyes, two ears, two ovaries too. That?s where we draw the line, and it?s the differences that give us an excuse

'attrape, tu t'y colles, Je me cache, a toi maintenant, Y a un arbre, pigeon vole, Dans le petit bois de Saint-Amand, Ou tournent nos rondes folles, Pigeon vole, vole, vole au

He sought cover on that rainy Sunday night Where no-man had sat his foot for a long, long time A lonesome chapel on a desolate moor shortly after he