J’adore la banlieue, avec ses champs en friche
Et ses vieux murs lépreux, où quelque ancienne affiche
Me parle de quartiers dès longtemps démolis.[..]
Riant fort comme font les filles,
Lèvres trop rouges, cils trop noirs,
Elle avait en main ces jonquilles
Qu’on voit en mars, près des trottoirs.
François Coppée
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