They danced with me
at their turn
They laughed at me
I got a burn
A blow came to us
and one-by-one
each man went away
When it was done
I saw down the way
he was there
just for me !
he was standing
holding me !
he is precious,
the courageous,
the prettiest,
the best,
the one,
who existed last.
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