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Ne me quitte pas<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\nhttp:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=za_6A0XnMyw<\/h6>\n <\/p>\n<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Original:<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Ne me quitte pas<br \/>\nIl faut oublier<br \/>\nTout peut s’oublier<br \/>\nQui s’enfuit d\u00e9j\u00e0<br \/>\nOublier le temps<br \/>\nDes malentendus<br \/>\nEt le temps perdu<br \/>\nA savoir comment<br \/>\nOublier ces heures<br \/>\nQui tuaient parfois<br \/>\nA coups de pourquoi<br \/>\nLe coeur du bonheur<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<\/p>\n<p>Moi je t’offrirai<br \/>\nDes perles de pluie<br \/>\nVenues de pays<br \/>\nO\u00f9 il ne pleut pas<br \/>\nJe creuserai la terre<br \/>\nJusqu’apr\u00e8s ma mort<br \/>\nPour couvrir ton corps<br \/>\nD’or et de lumi\u00e8re<br \/>\nJe ferai un domaine<br \/>\nO\u00f9 l’amour sera roi<br \/>\nO\u00f9 l’amour sera loi<br \/>\nO\u00f9 tu seras reine<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<\/p>\n<p>Ne me quitte pas<br \/>\nJe t’inventerai<br \/>\nDes mots insens\u00e9s<br \/>\nQue tu comprendras<br \/>\nJe te parlerai<br \/>\nDe ces amants l\u00e0<br \/>\nQui ont vu deux fois<br \/>\nLeurs coeurs s’embraser<br \/>\nJe te racont’rai<br \/>\nL’histoire de ce roi<br \/>\nMort de n’avoir pas<br \/>\nPu te rencontrer<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<\/p>\n<p>On a vu souvent<br \/>\nRejaillir le feu<br \/>\nDe l’ancien volcan<br \/>\nQu’on croyait trop vieux<br \/>\nIl est para\u00eet-il<br \/>\nDes terres br\u00fbl\u00e9es<br \/>\nDonnant plus de bl\u00e9<br \/>\nQu’un meilleur avril<br \/>\nEt quand vient le soir<br \/>\nPour qu’un ciel flamboie<br \/>\nLe rouge et le noir<br \/>\nNe s’\u00e9pousent-ils pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<\/p>\n<p>Ne me quitte pas<br \/>\nJe ne vais plus pleurer<br \/>\nJe ne vais plus parler<br \/>\nJe me cacherai l\u00e0<br \/>\n\u00c0 te regarder<br \/>\nDanser et sourire<br \/>\nEt \u00e0 t’\u00e9couter<br \/>\nChanter et puis rire<br \/>\nLaisse-moi devenir<br \/>\nL’ombre de ton ombre<br \/>\nL’ombre de ta main<br \/>\nL’ombre de ton chien<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<\/p>\n<p>Translation:<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nWe must forget<br \/>\nAll can be forgotten<br \/>\nIt escapes already<br \/>\nForget the time<br \/>\nThe misunderstandings<br \/>\nAnd the moments lost<br \/>\nWe must know how<br \/>\nForget those hours<br \/>\nWhich killed at times<br \/>\nWith each thrust of why<br \/>\nThe heart of happiness<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<\/p>\n<p>Me I’ll offer you<br \/>\nPearls of rain<br \/>\nThat come from a country<br \/>\nWhere rain never falls<br \/>\nI would mine the earth<br \/>\n‘Til after my death<br \/>\nTo cover your body<br \/>\nWith gold and with light<br \/>\nI’ll make a kingdom<br \/>\nWhere love shall be king<br \/>\nWhere love shall be law<br \/>\nWhere you shall be queen<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<\/p>\n<p>Don’t leave me now<br \/>\nI’ll invent for you<br \/>\nSuch nonsense words<br \/>\nThat you’ll understand<br \/>\nI’ll speak to you<br \/>\nOf those lovers there<br \/>\nWho have seen two times<br \/>\ntheir hearts all ablaze<br \/>\nI will recount for you<br \/>\nThe story of that king<br \/>\nDead for not having<br \/>\nthe chance to meet you<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<\/p>\n<p>We have often seen<br \/>\nFire gush out<br \/>\nFrom an ancient volcano<br \/>\nWe thought was too old<br \/>\nThere are, it seems<br \/>\nSome scorched fields<br \/>\nThat yield more wheat<br \/>\nThan the best of April<br \/>\nAnd when evening comes<br \/>\nSo that the sky is ablaze<br \/>\nThe black and the red<br \/>\nDo they not wed<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<\/p>\n<p>Don’t leave me now<br \/>\nI’ll no longer cry<br \/>\nI’ll no longer speak<br \/>\nI’ll hide right there<br \/>\nJust to look at you<br \/>\nWatch you dance and smile<br \/>\nAnd listen to you<br \/>\nAs you sing and laugh<br \/>\nLet me become<br \/>\nThe shadow of your shadow<br \/>\nThe shadow of your hand<br \/>\nThe shadow of your hound<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Translation from: \u00a0http:\/\/tracingwind.livejournal.com\/25933.html<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p> <\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<p><strong>Hier Encore (Yesterday when I was young)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Translation:<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/yGcR9ZYWi1I?version=3&rel=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&fs=1&hl=en-US&autohide=2&wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"songlyrics\" align=\"left\">Yesterday when I was young<br \/>\nThe taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue,<br \/>\nI teased at life as if it were a foolish game<br \/>\nThe way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.<br \/>\nThe thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned<br \/>\nI always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand,<br \/>\nI lived by night and shunned the naked light of day<br \/>\nAnd only now I see how the years ran away.<br \/>\nYesterday when I was young<br \/>\nSo many drinking songs were waiting to be sung,<br \/>\nSo many wayward pleasures lay in store for me<br \/>\nAnd so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.<br \/>\nI ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out<br \/>\nI never stopped to think what life was all about,<br \/>\nAnd every conversation I can now recall<br \/>\nConcerned itself with me, me, and nothing else at all.<br \/>\nYesterday the moon was blue<br \/>\nAnd every crazy day brought something new to do,<br \/>\nI used my magic age as if it were a wand<br \/>\nAnd never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.<br \/>\nThe game of love I played with arrogance and pride<br \/>\nAnd every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.<br \/>\nThe friends I made all seemed, somehow, to drift away<br \/>\nAnd only I am left on stage to end the play.<br \/>\nThere are so many songs in me that won’t be sung,<br \/>\nI feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.<br \/>\nThe time has come for me to pay for yesterday<br \/>\nWhen I was young… young… young<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<p>Original:<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ZeZmx3KBwfY?version=3&rel=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&fs=1&hl=en-US&autohide=2&wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Hier encore<br \/>\nJ’avais vingt ans<br \/>\nJe caressais le temps<br \/>\nEt jouais de la vie<br \/>\nComme on joue de l’amour<br \/>\nEt je vivais la nuit<br \/>\nSans compter sur mes jours<br \/>\nQui fuyaient dans le temps<\/p>\n<p>J’ai fait tant de projets<br \/>\nQui sont rest\u00e9s en l’air<br \/>\nJ’ai fond\u00e9 tant d’espoirs<br \/>\nQui se sont envol\u00e9s<br \/>\nQue je reste perdu<br \/>\nNe sachant o\u00f9 aller<br \/>\nLes yeux cherchant le ciel<br \/>\nMais le coeur mis en terre<\/p>\n<p>Hier encore<br \/>\nJ’avais vingt ans<br \/>\nJe gaspillais le temps<br \/>\nEn croyant l’arr\u00eater<br \/>\nEt pour le retenir<br \/>\nM\u00eame le devancer<br \/>\nJe n’ai fait que courir<br \/>\nEt me suis essouffl\u00e9<\/p>\n<p>Ignorant le pass\u00e9<br \/>\nConjuguant au futur<br \/>\nJe pr\u00e9c\u00e9dais de moi<br \/>\nToute conversation<br \/>\nEt donnais mon avis<br \/>\nQue je voulais le bon<br \/>\nPour critiquer le monde<br \/>\nAvec d\u00e9sinvolture<\/p>\n<p>Hier encore<br \/>\nJ’avais vingt ans<br \/>\nMais j’ai perdu mon temps<br \/>\nA faire des folies<br \/>\nQui ne me laissent au fond<br \/>\nRien de vraiment pr\u00e9cis<br \/>\nQue quelques rides au front<br \/>\nEt la peur de l’ennui<\/p>\n<p>Car mes amours sont mortes<br \/>\nAvant que d’exister<br \/>\nMes amis sont partis<br \/>\nEt ne reviendront pas<br \/>\nPar ma faute j’ai fait<br \/>\nLe vide autour de moi<br \/>\nEt j’ai g\u00e2ch\u00e9 ma vie<br \/>\nEt mes jeunes ann\u00e9es<\/p>\n<p>Du meilleur et du pire<br \/>\nEn jetant le meilleur<br \/>\nJ’ai fig\u00e9 mes sourires<br \/>\nEt j’ai glac\u00e9 mes pleurs<br \/>\nO\u00f9 sont-ils \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent<br \/>\nA pr\u00e9sent mes vingt ans?<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> Ne me quitte pas http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=za_6A0XnMyw Original: Ne me quitte pas Il faut oublier Tout peut s’oublier Qui s’enfuit d\u00e9j\u00e0 Oublier le temps Des malentendus Et le temps perdu A savoir comment Oublier ces heures Qui tuaient … <a href=\"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2013\/03\/23\/un-sentiment-francais\/\">Continue reading <span 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<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Original:<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Ne me quitte pas<br \/>\nIl faut oublier<br \/>\nTout peut s’oublier<br \/>\nQui s’enfuit d\u00e9j\u00e0<br \/>\nOublier le temps<br \/>\nDes malentendus<br \/>\nEt le temps perdu<br \/>\nA savoir comment<br \/>\nOublier ces heures<br \/>\nQui tuaient parfois<br \/>\nA coups de pourquoi<br \/>\nLe coeur du bonheur<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<\/p>\n<p>Moi je t’offrirai<br \/>\nDes perles de pluie<br \/>\nVenues de pays<br \/>\nO\u00f9 il ne pleut pas<br \/>\nJe creuserai la terre<br \/>\nJusqu’apr\u00e8s ma mort<br \/>\nPour couvrir ton corps<br \/>\nD’or et de lumi\u00e8re<br \/>\nJe ferai un domaine<br \/>\nO\u00f9 l’amour sera roi<br \/>\nO\u00f9 l’amour sera loi<br \/>\nO\u00f9 tu seras reine<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<\/p>\n<p>Ne me quitte pas<br \/>\nJe t’inventerai<br \/>\nDes mots insens\u00e9s<br \/>\nQue tu comprendras<br \/>\nJe te parlerai<br \/>\nDe ces amants l\u00e0<br \/>\nQui ont vu deux fois<br \/>\nLeurs coeurs s’embraser<br \/>\nJe te racont’rai<br \/>\nL’histoire de ce roi<br \/>\nMort de n’avoir pas<br \/>\nPu te rencontrer<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<\/p>\n<p>On a vu souvent<br \/>\nRejaillir le feu<br \/>\nDe l’ancien volcan<br \/>\nQu’on croyait trop vieux<br \/>\nIl est para\u00eet-il<br \/>\nDes terres br\u00fbl\u00e9es<br \/>\nDonnant plus de bl\u00e9<br \/>\nQu’un meilleur avril<br \/>\nEt quand vient le soir<br \/>\nPour qu’un ciel flamboie<br \/>\nLe rouge et le noir<br \/>\nNe s’\u00e9pousent-ils pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<\/p>\n<p>Ne me quitte pas<br \/>\nJe ne vais plus pleurer<br \/>\nJe ne vais plus parler<br \/>\nJe me cacherai l\u00e0<br \/>\n\u00c0 te regarder<br \/>\nDanser et sourire<br \/>\nEt \u00e0 t’\u00e9couter<br \/>\nChanter et puis rire<br \/>\nLaisse-moi devenir<br \/>\nL’ombre de ton ombre<br \/>\nL’ombre de ta main<br \/>\nL’ombre de ton chien<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<br \/>\nNe me quitte pas<\/p>\n<p>Translation:<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nWe must forget<br \/>\nAll can be forgotten<br \/>\nIt escapes already<br \/>\nForget the time<br \/>\nThe misunderstandings<br \/>\nAnd the moments lost<br \/>\nWe must know how<br \/>\nForget those hours<br \/>\nWhich killed at times<br \/>\nWith each thrust of why<br \/>\nThe heart of happiness<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<\/p>\n<p>Me I’ll offer you<br \/>\nPearls of rain<br \/>\nThat come from a country<br \/>\nWhere rain never falls<br \/>\nI would mine the earth<br \/>\n‘Til after my death<br \/>\nTo cover your body<br \/>\nWith gold and with light<br \/>\nI’ll make a kingdom<br \/>\nWhere love shall be king<br \/>\nWhere love shall be law<br \/>\nWhere you shall be queen<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<\/p>\n<p>Don’t leave me now<br \/>\nI’ll invent for you<br \/>\nSuch nonsense words<br \/>\nThat you’ll understand<br \/>\nI’ll speak to you<br \/>\nOf those lovers there<br \/>\nWho have seen two times<br \/>\ntheir hearts all ablaze<br \/>\nI will recount for you<br \/>\nThe story of that king<br \/>\nDead for not having<br \/>\nthe chance to meet you<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<\/p>\n<p>We have often seen<br \/>\nFire gush out<br \/>\nFrom an ancient volcano<br \/>\nWe thought was too old<br \/>\nThere are, it seems<br \/>\nSome scorched fields<br \/>\nThat yield more wheat<br \/>\nThan the best of April<br \/>\nAnd when evening comes<br \/>\nSo that the sky is ablaze<br \/>\nThe black and the red<br \/>\nDo they not wed<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<\/p>\n<p>Don’t leave me now<br \/>\nI’ll no longer cry<br \/>\nI’ll no longer speak<br \/>\nI’ll hide right there<br \/>\nJust to look at you<br \/>\nWatch you dance and smile<br \/>\nAnd listen to you<br \/>\nAs you sing and laugh<br \/>\nLet me become<br \/>\nThe shadow of your shadow<br \/>\nThe shadow of your hand<br \/>\nThe shadow of your hound<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<br \/>\nDon’t leave me now<\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Translation from: \u00a0http:\/\/tracingwind.livejournal.com\/25933.html<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p> <\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<p><strong>Hier Encore (Yesterday when I was young)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Translation:<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/yGcR9ZYWi1I?version=3&rel=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&fs=1&hl=en-US&autohide=2&wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"songlyrics\" align=\"left\">Yesterday when I was young<br \/>\nThe taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue,<br \/>\nI teased at life as if it were a foolish game<br \/>\nThe way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.<br \/>\nThe thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned<br \/>\nI always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand,<br \/>\nI lived by night and shunned the naked light of day<br \/>\nAnd only now I see how the years ran away.<br \/>\nYesterday when I was young<br \/>\nSo many drinking songs were waiting to be sung,<br \/>\nSo many wayward pleasures lay in store for me<br \/>\nAnd so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.<br \/>\nI ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out<br \/>\nI never stopped to think what life was all about,<br \/>\nAnd every conversation I can now recall<br \/>\nConcerned itself with me, me, and nothing else at all.<br \/>\nYesterday the moon was blue<br \/>\nAnd every crazy day brought something new to do,<br \/>\nI used my magic age as if it were a wand<br \/>\nAnd never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.<br \/>\nThe game of love I played with arrogance and pride<br \/>\nAnd every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.<br \/>\nThe friends I made all seemed, somehow, to drift away<br \/>\nAnd only I am left on stage to end the play.<br \/>\nThere are so many songs in me that won’t be sung,<br \/>\nI feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.<br \/>\nThe time has come for me to pay for yesterday<br \/>\nWhen I was young… young… young<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<p>Original:<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ZeZmx3KBwfY?version=3&rel=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&fs=1&hl=en-US&autohide=2&wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Hier encore<br \/>\nJ’avais vingt ans<br \/>\nJe caressais le temps<br \/>\nEt jouais de la vie<br \/>\nComme on joue de l’amour<br \/>\nEt je vivais la nuit<br \/>\nSans compter sur mes jours<br \/>\nQui fuyaient dans le temps<\/p>\n<p>J’ai fait tant de projets<br \/>\nQui sont rest\u00e9s en l’air<br \/>\nJ’ai fond\u00e9 tant d’espoirs<br \/>\nQui se sont envol\u00e9s<br \/>\nQue je reste perdu<br \/>\nNe sachant o\u00f9 aller<br \/>\nLes yeux cherchant le ciel<br \/>\nMais le coeur mis en terre<\/p>\n<p>Hier encore<br \/>\nJ’avais vingt ans<br \/>\nJe gaspillais le temps<br \/>\nEn croyant l’arr\u00eater<br \/>\nEt pour le retenir<br \/>\nM\u00eame le devancer<br \/>\nJe n’ai fait que courir<br \/>\nEt me suis essouffl\u00e9<\/p>\n<p>Ignorant le pass\u00e9<br \/>\nConjuguant au futur<br \/>\nJe pr\u00e9c\u00e9dais de moi<br \/>\nToute conversation<br \/>\nEt donnais mon avis<br \/>\nQue je voulais le bon<br \/>\nPour critiquer le monde<br \/>\nAvec d\u00e9sinvolture<\/p>\n<p>Hier encore<br \/>\nJ’avais vingt ans<br \/>\nMais j’ai perdu mon temps<br \/>\nA faire des folies<br \/>\nQui ne me laissent au fond<br \/>\nRien de vraiment pr\u00e9cis<br \/>\nQue quelques rides au front<br \/>\nEt la peur de l’ennui<\/p>\n<p>Car mes amours sont mortes<br \/>\nAvant que d’exister<br \/>\nMes amis sont partis<br \/>\nEt ne reviendront pas<br \/>\nPar ma faute j’ai fait<br \/>\nLe vide autour de moi<br \/>\nEt j’ai g\u00e2ch\u00e9 ma vie<br \/>\nEt mes jeunes ann\u00e9es<\/p>\n<p>Du meilleur et du pire<br \/>\nEn jetant le meilleur<br \/>\nJ’ai fig\u00e9 mes sourires<br \/>\nEt j’ai glac\u00e9 mes pleurs<br \/>\nO\u00f9 sont-ils \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent<br \/>\nA pr\u00e9sent mes vingt ans?<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> Ne me quitte pas http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=za_6A0XnMyw Original: Ne me quitte pas Il faut oublier Tout peut s’oublier Qui s’enfuit d\u00e9j\u00e0 Oublier le temps Des malentendus Et le temps perdu A savoir comment Oublier ces heures Qui tuaient … <a href=\"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2013\/03\/23\/un-sentiment-francais\/\">Continue reading <span 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