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Bm7
Searching news ways of laughing, once whereby
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one could express and transform all the
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shattering, all the gratitudes, the burdens
Em7
of guilt, growing these new ways
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will dawn on us if we look hard enough,
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searching and finding.
C#m7 Bm7
C#m7
Mais l'arbre tombe,
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à la terre l'arbre retombe,
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le son de ton silence,
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m'aide à toucher le fond,
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et lac salé de l'âge, lac salé ou je meurs,
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le son de ton silence
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m'apprend aussi qu'un jour,
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je vainquerai ma douleur, cette vague de douleur
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qui entre mon bras droit.
Bm7
Searching new ways of yodeling once whereby
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one could express and convey longlasting
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virtue without destruction,
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without rejection, hoping these new ways
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will dawn on us if we look hard enough,
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hoping and searching. |