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    Papy jeanmarry the pink Half notes Californie

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    It was a kid, a rascal of Paris,

    It was a kid, a rascal of Paris,
    For family it had his mother qu '
    A poor ox-eyed girl reddened,
    By grief and misery
    She liked flowers, roses especially,
    And the dear kid every Sunday
    He brought nice pink half notes,
    Instead of buying playthings
    Fondling it very tenderly,
    He said by giving them to him:

    ' It is today on Sunday, yours my pretty mum
    Here are pink half notes, you who likes them so much
    Go when I shall be big, I shall buy from the trader
    All her pink half notes, for you pretty mum '

    Last spring, violent destiny,
    The working fair-haired woman came to knock
    It felt sick and for the hospital,
    The kid saw leaving his mother
    A morning of April among the walkers
    Having no more one under in its pocket
    On a very trembling market the poor kid,
    Furtively steals flowers
    The trader having surprised it,
    By lowering the head, he says to him:

    ' It is today on Sunday and I was going to see mum
    I took these pink half notes she likes them so much
    On her small white bed, over there it waits for me
    I took these pink half notes, for my pretty mum '

    The trader full of emotion, slowly says him,
    ' Take them I give them to you '
    It embraced it and the child left,
    Very radiant that they excuse it
    Then to the hospital it came by running,
    To give flowers to his mother
    But by seeing it, a nurse,
    Any bottom says to him ' You do not have mum anymore '
    And the kid kneeling said,
    In front of the small white bed:

    ' It is today on Sunday, yours my pretty mum
    Here are pink half notes, you who likes them so much
    And when you will leave, in the big garden over there
    All these pink half notes, you will take them '