Plus rien
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Plus rien
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Plus rien,
plus rienQue le silence,Ta main,
ma mainEt le silenceDes mots.
Pourquoi ?Quelle importance !Demain,
plus tard,Les confidences.Si douce,
ta boucheEt je m'affole.Je roule,
m'enrouleEt tu t'affoles.La nuit profonde,La fin du monde,Une gerbe de feuPour se connaitre,Se reconnaitre,Pourpre et or et puis bleue,Plus rien,
plus rienQue le silence,C'est bien,
nos mainsEt ce silence...
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Barbara performs "Plus rien", and this lyric page sits inside the Barbara catalog on LyroVerse.
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