J’aime tout entier
Le tilleul de mon jardin
L’ombre et le parfum
Si l’on me verse du bon vin,
Volontiers je fais longue pose ;
Comme les fleurs de mon jardin
Je prends racine où l’on m’arrose.
Adam Billaut
Elle a passé, la jeune fille
Vive et preste comme un oiseau :
À la main une fleur qui brille,
À la bouche un refrain nouveau. [..]
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