La quinte royale qui vient du cœur

Tu es d’or,

Pas Marie tudor,

Pas très loin non plus,

Quand tu es étendu,

Auprès d’elle tu r’poses,

Et tes paupières sont closes.

Ta poitrine reçoit et renvoie l’air,

Pur, du cœur une quinte hors pair,

Une suite royale, j’flush pas mon flush,

Pas d’poker face sans bluff je blush…

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