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from under your monument, the words rang out:
"je voulais parler la belle langue de mon siècle."
and you did.
you're a movement whose time has come,
whose time has passed.
we navigate this city knowing you'll never die.
"je voulais parler la belle langue de mon siècle."
and you did.
you're a movement whose time has come,
whose time has passed.
we navigate this city knowing you'll never die.
Lyrics submitted by michielo)))
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It's not '68 anymore, but their ideas live on.