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Common Things Sur le printemps de ma jeunesse folle, Je ressemblais l'arondelle* qui vole Puis çà, puis là : l'âge me conduisait, Sans peur ni soin**, où le cœur me disait.
In the spring of my wild youth, I looked like the swallowtail* that flies Then here, then there: age led me, Without fear or care**, where the heart told me.
