Speak to the primrose,
Of this girl,
This princess
Haunting your thoughts
Without my permission,
Speak to the primrose,
From this satin wine
This nectar that flows
In your glass,
Without my permission,
Talk with the primrose
You can’t live
Without thinking of them
They never lied to you,
You know it today.
Parles en à la primevère,
De cette fille,
Cette princesse
Qui hante tes pensées
Sans ta permission,
Parles en à...
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