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\n Me coulent dans les chaussures<\/span>
\n Quand les semelles ripent<\/span>
\n Sur le chavire battu de vent<\/span>
\n Et je claudique, tu vois<\/span>
\n La pens\u00e9e comme un pas \u00e0 pas<\/span>
\n C’est dans l’air du temps<\/span>
\n Un parfum de pri\u00e8re<\/span>
\n Aux \u00e9glises sans parois<\/span>
\n Il se dit des murmures<\/span>
\n Des bourrasques de brise<\/span>
\n Il bruine des p\u00e9pites de gr\u00e9sil p\u00e9tillant<\/span>
\n Au soleil insolent une tombe frang\u00e9e<\/span>
\n De l’eau des pluies sal\u00e9es<\/span>
\n Ainsi les giboul\u00e9es d\u00e9posent des fleurs de mars<\/span>
\n Coquillages de collier au Terminal D\u00e9parts<\/span>
\n Kiss and Fly<\/em> \u00e0 perp\u00e9tuit\u00e9<\/span><\/p>\n
Me coulent dans les chaussures<\/span>
Quand les semelles ripent<\/span>
Sur le chavire battu de vent<\/span>
Et je claudique, tu vois<\/span>
La pens\u00e9e comme un pas \u00e0 pas<\/span>
C'est dans l'air du temps<\/span>
Un parfum de pri\u00e8re<\/span>
Aux \u00e9glises sans parois<\/span>
Il se dit des murmures<\/span>
Des bourrasques de brise<\/span>
Il bruine des p\u00e9pites de gr\u00e9sil p\u00e9tillant<\/span>
Au soleil insolent une tombe frang\u00e9e<\/span>
De l'eau des pluies sal\u00e9es<\/span>
Ainsi les giboul\u00e9es d\u00e9posent des fleurs de mars<\/span>
Coquillages de collier au Terminal D\u00e9parts<\/span>
Kiss and Fly<\/em> \u00e0 perp\u00e9tuit\u00e9<\/span><\/p>