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   Il aimait les grands crus, la poésie de Baudelaire et d’Aragon, la musique classique, les rues de Paris où nous nous perdions comme dans un songe, les églises baroques, architectures tendues vers le Ciel. C’était un camarade, c’était un ami. Nous ne nous verrons plus sur Terre, mais tout est accompli, et tout reste intact.


« O Waly, Waly »

The water is wide, I cannot get o’er,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that will carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.

O, down in the meadows the other day,
A-gath’ring flowers both fine and gay,
A-gath’ring flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.

I leaned my back up against some oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree;
But first he bended, and then he broke,
And so did my false love to me.

A ship there is, and she sails the sea,
She’s loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I’m in;
I know not if I sink or swim.

O, love is handsome and love is fine,
And love’s a jewel while it is new,
But when it is old, it groweth cold,
And fades away like morning dew.

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