Placeholder: Ce jour-là près de la source, Dieu sait ce que tu m'as dit Mais l'été finit sa course, l'oiseau tomba de son nid Et voilà que sur le sable nos pas s'effacent déjà Et je suis seul à la table qui résonne sous mes doigts Comme un tambourin qui pleure sous les gouttes de la pluie Comme les chansons qui meurent aussitôt qu'on les oublie Ce jour-là près de la source, Dieu sait ce que tu m'as dit Mais l'été finit sa course, l'oiseau tomba de son nid Et voilà que sur le sable nos pas s'effacent déjà Et je suis seul à la table qui résonne sous mes doigts Comme un tambourin qui pleure sous les gouttes de la pluie Comme les chansons qui meurent aussitôt qu'on les oublie

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Ce jour-là près de la source, Dieu sait ce que tu m'as dit Mais l'été finit sa course, l'oiseau tomba de son nid Et voilà que sur le sable nos pas s'effacent déjà Et je suis seul à la table qui résonne sous mes doigts Comme un tambourin qui pleure sous les gouttes de la pluie Comme les chansons qui meurent aussitôt qu'on les oublie

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