Combien de fois j’ai subi vos courroux,
Combien de fois j’ai bravé vos regards sombres,
Mais en marchant, Madame, auprès de vous,
Combien de fois j’ai mêlé nos deux ombres !
Ceux qui ne m’aiment pas ne me connaissent pas,
Il leur importe peu que je meure ou je vive,
Et je me sens petite au monde, si furtive !…
Mais de mon propre vin je m’enivre tout bas ;[..]
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