| Coasting along the sail of the drunk boat
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| And only making laugh the mainmast of gold
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| The Jester loaded the hold
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| With sincere smiles
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| The froth was running ashore
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| On the right bank of the king’s ear…
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| Rowing across a secret ocean
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| The sun was not present in the trip
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| An albatros looking strangely
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| Like a vulture of ill omen
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| Followed the mad run of the ship
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| But suddenly, the rolling became
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| Harder and harder
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| Storm and sea broke !
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| Purple waves smashed the hull
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| Lying on fresh green grass
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| His friend, the minstrel
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| Was making love with a wild flower
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| «Take care L’Angely, the court
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| Is waiting for you ! |
| «Strolling into the garden
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| Of the royal palace
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| The jester was going down
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| By this make-up of luxury
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| Envious of worldly smiles the king ordered
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| The jester to present his show
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| «Feeling, the queen wants thrills !»
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| «And make me smile, make me cry ! |
| «Neither his mines not his pirouettes
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| Made a lip move
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| Powerless, he hanged himself
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| With a West madness —
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| The sail guffawed
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| «Feeling, the queen wants thrills…»
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| A mocking tear trickled
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| Down his left cheek |