Le temps accourt
\nLes heures d\u00e9filent
\nMais nous avons le jour
\nLe fil des ann\u00e9es
\nPour faire de nos contours
\nLe tissus macram\u00e9
\nDes mille et un atours
\nDe nos plaisirs cach\u00e9s<\/p>\n
Au fil des d\u00e9tours
\nQui ont nou\u00e9 nos mains
\nA d\u2019autres envol\u00e9es
\nQui nous rendaient si sourds
\nQui nous ont fait \u00e9crins
\nR\u00eavant que l\u2019hym\u00e9n\u00e9e
\nSerait notre chemin<\/p>\n
La passion m\u2019a donn\u00e9
\nUn cercueil \u00e0 fleurir
\nLa tienne t\u2019a plant\u00e9
\nDes fleurs \u00e0 cueillir
\nEt les ports ont vir\u00e9
\nTous les bateaux en mer
\nOn aurait pu couler
\nLaisser la honte faire<\/p>\n
Mais nous sommes plus grands
\nCar nos \u201cmoi\u201d n\u2019ont que faire
\nDe ces foyers fumants
\nD\u00e9laiss\u00e9s \u00e0 l\u2019aust\u00e8re
\nAux airs d\u00e9primants
\nQui n\u2019ont crois\u00e9 le fer
\nAvec cet infamant
\nQui nous grave nos chairs<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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