Le Temps du Muguet
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Il est revenu le temps du muguet
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Comme un vieil ami retrouvé
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Il est revenu flâner le long des quais
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Jusqu'au banc où je t'attendais

MEMO0056

Montage petit cadre blanc, dentelle blanche, étiquette bois grise Sunshine.

Lin 14 Zweigart gris bleuté.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Et j'ai vu refleurir
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        L'éclat de ton sourire
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Aujourd'hui plus beau que jamais
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Le temps du muguet ne dure jamais
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Plus longtemps que le mois de mai.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Quand tous ses bouquets déjà seront fanés,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Pour nous deux rien n'aura changé.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Aussi belle qu'avant,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Notre chanson d'amour
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Chantera comme au premier jour.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Il s'en est allé le temps du muguet
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Comme un vieil ami fatigué
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Pour toute une année pour se faire oublier
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        En partant il nous a laissé
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Un peu de son printemps
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Un peu de ses vingt ans
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Pour s'aimer, pour s'aimer longtemps.

 

MEMO0057

Le Jardin de Lily of the Valley.

Créations Gribouille à Petits Points.

Elle sera dans ma maison  pour le 1er Mai.

Merci à vous qui passez me voir, Geneviève.

 

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