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O solitude
C ‘est un algorithme spécifique
J’ai du chagrin
Rien de fantastique
Il m‘ont trahis
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Oh solitude
my sweetest choice my sweetest choice my sweetest choice
O heavens! what content is mine
To see these trees, which have appear'd From the nativity of time,
And which all ages have rever'd,
To look today as fresh and green
To look today as fresh and green
As when their beauties first were seen.
O, how agreeable a sight These hanging mountains do appear,
Which th' unhappy would invite
To finish all their sorrows here,
When their hard fate makes them endure
Such woes
Such woes
as only death can cure.
0 solitude, mon feu follet
O solitude, mon Protecteur
In Real Life, je suis effrayé
Je vais , je vais me transformer
je vais me transformer
