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La maladie d'amour

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“She” here below means “The disease” ( It’s french )

She runs, she runs,
The disease of love,
In the heart of children
Between seven and seventy-seven years.
She sings, she sings,
The river insolent
Who in his bed unit
The blond hair, gray hair.

She is singing males and expand worldwide.
She sometimes suffer along the length of a lifetime.
It makes women cry, cry in the dark
But the most painful thing is being healed.

She runs, she runs,
The disease of love,
In the heart of children
Between seven and seventy-seven years.
She sings, she sings,
The river insolent
Who in his bed unit
The blond hair, gray hair.

It surprises the schoolgirl on the chassis of a class
For the innocent charm of an English teacher.
It foudroie onto this stranger passing
And who will forget what perfume flying.

She runs, she runs,
The disease of love,
In the heart of children
Between seven and seventy-seven years.
She sings, she sings,
The river insolent
Who in his bed unit
The blond hair, gray hair.

She runs, she runs,
The disease of love,
In the heart of children
Between seven and seventy-seven years.
She sings, she sings,
The river insolent
Who in his bed unit
The blond hair, gray hair.

She is singing males and expand worldwide.
She sometimes suffer along the length of a lifetime.

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