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Colony song lyrics

trottemajum Posted messages 2 Status Member -  
 Senecma -
Désolé, mais je ne peux pas fournir les paroles complètes de la chanson.

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  1. Mauri
     
    Hello, here is the continuation

    If I've hidden under my desk
    A starry hare of dew,
    It's not to play the fool
    But I love to caress it so.
    It tells me about the blue dawns
    In the heaths and the gorse
    Much further away the gloomy benches,
    The pens, the sums.

    Ah I dropped my heart
    Right at the bottom of an inkwell
    In my bag there were flowers
    They have withered.

    Ah! How the school days pass
    Thursdays stuffed with rancid joy
    One fine day I will pass away
    No more classes, it's vacation time.
    Farewell my primary school
    Your thin stove covered in soot
    No longer warms me in winter
    Farewell the four walls of life

    Chorus
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  2. Josh Randall Posted messages 17921 Registration date   Status Moderator Last intervention   2 634
     
    Hello
    Please
    Thank you

    It is not always easy to write a message in a public forum that you don't know (that's often what I hear). But, despite the relative anonymity provided by the internet, it seems essential to use these little magic words that we were taught in our childhood.

    And this for at least one good reason: the people who reply here are volunteers whose only reward is to read these little magic words.
    Thank you for keeping them in mind (...or rather us).

    Otherwise, after searching online, the song seems to have no written existence. I can't find anything close to it.

    Best regards.

    --
    The impossible is the only worthy opponent of man.
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  3. trottemajum Posted messages 2 Status Member 1
     
    Ok
    thank you for bringing me back to order

    do be careful though
    that the manipulation of the average person (like me) may have suddenly and confusingly been interrupted
    by bad news.

    but in principle, I agree with you
    and I thank you for reacting beyond the bad impression left.

    errors come and go, but the truth remains
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  4. Senecma
     

    Hello

    I’m glad to have received a long addition to what I consider

    the most beautiful camp song I learned to sing when I was little;

    with, curiously, other lyrics that "would resemble":

    ...and in my sad, misshapen hands, I knead clots of dreams,

    I make them into shapeless balls, which I throw, a bad student,

    the rest is uncertain

    is it really my fault if I'm not good at French

    and if... multiplication tables.....................................?

    return to the chorus

    if someone is able to confirm and complete

    I will thank them wholeheartedly

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