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Ma fille, ma fille,
Ton âme brille Dans sa splendeur, Comme une fleur De camomille. Ma vie s’en va, De ça, de là ; En chaque moment, Le cœur battant, Je pense à toi. Ma fille, ma fille, Ton âme brille Dans ma douleur ; Souvent je pleure, Mes larmes scintillent. Vienne le jour, J’attends toujours, Quand je pourrai Te partager Mon grand amour!
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