confondre avoir aimer;

  L'amour pour mois c'est sacré,

  Pour eux sa veux dire d'ètre alonger.

  Je me rapelle ma Mère ma dit;

  Ils viene toujours vers l’oiseau encore au nid.

  Il trouvent plaisir en regardent

  Ces jolie filles qui sont passente.

  Jete un regard de haute en bas;

  Ils on, ces gua, le sang qu'est froid.

  Leur existance , que un seul but,

  C'est de te rendre rien que une pute.

  Refrain d'amour pas modifier;

  Ils vien toujours vers Geai Nittée.

  Serge, 17th of October, 1988

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  Amour sans frontier

  Lui:

  Jamais je ne oublier

  Le jour on ces rencontré.

  J'etait a jenoux dans mon rève,

  Coeur a la main, sous la neige.

  Tu est venu sans hésister,

  Tu a soignÉ mon coeur blesser.

  Tu est ma passion, mon sacrilège,

  Pour moi to coeur est mon aubèrge.

  Elle:

  Je t'ai conu dans mon rève,

  Je me senter pris au piege.

  Je n'avais rien a gagner,

  J'avais le coeur epuiser.

  Tu ma fais vivre sur tes levre,

  Sur toi l'amour j'ai decouver.

  Je ne pourÉ jamais te quitter,

  Notre est un amour desirer.

  Ensemble:

  Toutes ma vie je t'ai cherchez,

  Perdu l'espoire de te trouver.

  Mais il faut que l'on protégé

  Notre amour sans frontier.

  Lui:

  Les gens nous dis “il ne faut pas

  Que l'on mÉlange notre gene.”

  Elle:

  Les gens ne comprend pas,

  Notre est un amour san g'ne.

  Lui:

  Prend ma main, on se promène.

  Elle:

  Oublion ou le chemin mène.

  Lui:

  Et quant on arivera a la fin?

  Elle:

  On le sera par le matin.

  Ensemble:

  Toutes ma vie je t'ai cherchez,

  Perdu l'espoire de te trouver.

  Mais il faut que l'on protégé

  Notre amour sans frontier.

  Serge, 12th of October, 1988

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  Sadly, this is ‘The End’

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  Okay, one last one:

  Ode for Serge Seveau

  Serge came to Australia in 1971,

  He traveled so fast he didn't know that he'd gone-

  From his native land of France

  (which holds romantics in it's trance),

  But this is exactly what Serge did,

  When he was nothing but a kid.

  In Australia he settled down,

  Enjoying our way of life without a frown;

  Down by the sea on a sunny knoll-

  In our sunlight Serge would loll,

  But things for him began to change,

  And did his whole life rearrange.

  He met young Lisa in his prime,

  And thought that she was quite sublime;

  In ardent love these two did fall,

  And nothing could young Serge appall,

  That is until to his shock enorm,

  He saw his Lisa in uniform!

  But being French his heart not faint,

  He carried her handcuffs without complaint.

  Although their courtship and down the aisle,

  Where the Padré said with a cheeky smile,

  I join this couple in matrimony,

  Despite that accused accessory!”

  And all gathered there on that occasion

  Said: “Blessed be this sweet liaison!”

  Gaiety reigned at their reception,

  And laughter flew in each direction,

  As the guests simply could not understand-

  Why handcuffs replaced the Wedding Band!

  But, all's well that ends well, so they say,

  And Serge and Lisa love each day,

  As true love these two have found,

  And happiness does for them abound,

  And added to this is the great thrill-

  Of raising their daughter – sweet Camille!

  Serge

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  Also available by Serge Seveau:

  “Learn a little Spanish with Sangria”;

  There are over 12 Sangrìa recipes - Red and White. You can also learn a little Spanish as you enjoy your Sangrìa. There is a mini dictionary for reference, you can learn the alphabet in Spanish, the name of family members in Spanish, how to count in Spanish and much more - ¡salud!

 
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