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The Bicycle

If you leave early in the morning
If you go on these roads
By bicycle
We were a bunch of good friends
There were Fernand and Firmin
There were Francis and Sébastian
And then there was Paulette
 
We were all in love with her
We were all growing wings
On our bicycle
On these small dirt roads
We often went through hell
To not make our feet touch the ground
In front of Paulette
One has to say that she really put her heart into it
She was the daughter of the postman
On a bicycle
And ever since she turned eight
She followed him around
On all the ways in the neighbourhood
By bicycle
 
When we came close to the river
We threw into the braken
Our bikes
Then we rolled around in the fields
Making a changing bouquet come to life
Of grasshoppers, butterflies and
Tree frogs
When the sun at the horizon
Began to cast our shapes
Over the shrubs
We returned exhausted and content
Yet the heart a bit vague
Because we never had a moment all alone
With Paulette
 
To take her hand all furtively
To forget a few of the friends
The bicycle
We tell ourselves we shall leave that for tomorrow
I will dare to, I will dare to tomorrow
When we will be on the roads
By bicycle
 
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La Bicyclette

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