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Pars, pars, ne revient pas ; Tu ignores qui est cet enfant dans mes bras ; Tu ignores d'où viennent ses yeux bleus, Et ses habits soyeux ; Tu ignore que cet enfant est à toi. Va-t'en, père indigne, ne revient jamais Je ne veux pas que mon poupon Sombre dans la corruption Par tes nombreux péchés ! Honte à toi, ex-amant si attardé ! Disparaît, disparaît de ma vue ; T'apercevoir devant moi, je ne peux plus Sans bouillir de rage face à mon insouciance Qui frôla celle de ta plus tendre enfance Je ne veux pas que notre fille te connaisse un jour ; Tu pourrais l'empêcher de rencontrer l'amour...

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