When she became... a french song...

When She came
A song french
Was i not by Her omniscience drenched?
For She a song became
A french flavoury savoury one,
A song
A la claire fontaine...
And
me thought
me sang...
Without being made seen
But heard still...
'C'est pour toi,
mon amour, j'existe...
C'est vous qui me chante...'

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