An evening when with me Fabrice sings...

What an evening dear
You come thus
An evening such
How you bestow upon me thus?
An evening so softy,
Mild
And so much
Goodness
In your eyes such...

How can you yield such tears?
O how me sing for
Your lovely eyes
A dream...
How you such kindness bring?

But then
Me thinks
it must have been by a Fabrice designed...
Je vois la bonte...
A Fabrice
Of a Jean...

O how i
A slow death
Just court...
Just die...
Happy
Too happy
By la bonte
In your eyes...

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