At the rose gathers,
On the flowering bank,
laughing in the morning,
Come, let us go down together.
Softly let us slide;
From its charming flow
br/>Let's follow the flow
fleeing; In
the quivering wave.
With a nonchalant hand,
Come, let's reach the edge
Where the souree sleeps.
And the bird,
the bird sings.
Under the thick dome,
Under the white jasmine,
Ah! let's go down together

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