MATHILDA

                                                                                                   M êler nos coeurs mutins

 

 

                                                                                                   A u bout d’une nuit fauve

 

 

                                                                                                   T ransis dans le satin

 

 

                                                                                                   H âtif d’un matin mauve

 

 

                                                                                                   I ngénus incertains

 

 

                                                                                                   L ’amour qui seul nous sauve

 

 

                                                                                                   D ’un trop morne destin

 

 

                                                                                                   A languis dans l’alcôve

 

 

 

 

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