D-YS222 - Album no. 318Confiante, la fleur livre a tous son tresor Pour la mieux respirer, en passant on s'incline. Nous sommes deja loin, mais le senteur divine se repand sur nos pas, et nous perfume encore.
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Confident, the flower delivers its treasure to all In order to better breathe it, we bow while passing; We are far already, but the divine odor Spreads over our steps and perfumes us still- | |||||
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