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barbichet limousin
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la Chanson du Barbichet : Notre humble patrie est coquette encore ; Une fleur décore Son beau front penché Chef d'oeuvre de grâce et de poésie Cette fleur choisie C'est le barbichet Son aile légère et capricieuse Est une amoureuse qui sait son métier Et frôle sans cesse, au gré de la brise, Une joue exquise D'un furtife baiser Dans l'austérité de nos paysages Gracieux visages Et voiles tremblants Egrènent parmi nos landes brumeuses Des taches joyeuses Et des bouquets blancs.
