Comment cacher ce qui nous blesse ?
Papa l'aime pas, on l'sait...
Même que maman s'est barrée.
Un jeudi matin, elle a pris le train...
Depuis, elle en a fait du chemin.
Apocaliptiquement-elle
La reine des abeilles.
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