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L'oiseau
L'oiseau
The Bird
I know the clear mistsWhite snow and winter morningsI would find
you againThe white hare we never seeBut the bird, the bird has
flownAnd me, I'll never find it
If I ever meetThis beautiful bird that has flownShould it return from
its voyageBy your side along the shoreDon't you see I'll tell itHow
much, I know, it meant to you
It's the bird that you lovedThe jealous bird, I guessShould it return
from its voyageI'll tell it you were waiting for it