Romantisme. Poèsie. Nature. Belles images. Fées, anges
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De bonne humeur et toujours très gaies,
Pour garder du courage, on chantait,
exténués, on se hâtait.
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Encore une belle journée de passer.
Après le souper, on allait se coucher.
On regardait les photos de nos parents.
Je me rappelle encore de ce moment.
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Isa..