I look at that
Belle nuit
During the winter
And I see
That I must be happy
With what
God
Gives me
But deep down
I am not
And I am telling it to you
Because I don't want
God to hear it from me
Because if he does
He will tell me that I am
Ungrateful to him
Do you get that?
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