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Prions voici l'ombre sereine	A
Vers toi grand Dieu nos yeux et nos bras sont lev s	B
Ceux qui t'offrent ici leurs larmes et leur cha ne	A
Sont les plus douloureux parmi les prouv s	B
Ils ont le plus d'honneur ayant le plus de peine	A
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Souffrons le crime aura son tour	C
Oiseaux qui passez nos chaumi res	D
Vents qui passez nos soeurs nos m res	D
Sont l bas pleurant nuit et jour	E
Oiseaux dites leur nos mis res	D
vents portez leur notre amour	E
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Nous t'envoyons notre pens e	A
Dieu nous te demandons d'oublier les proscrits	D
Mais de rendre sa gloire la France abaiss e	A
Et laisse nous mourir nous bris s et meurtris	D
Nous que le jour br lant livre la nuit glac e	A
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Souffrons le crime	F
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Comme un archer frappe une cible	G
L'implacable soleil nous perce de ses traits	D
Apr s le dur labeur le sommeil impossible	G
Cette chauve souris qui sort des noirs marais	D
La fi vre bat nos fronts de son aile invisible	G
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Souffrons le crime	F
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On a soif l'eau br le la bouche	H
On a faim du pain noir travaillez malheureux	D
A chaque coup de pioche en ce d sert farouche	H
La mort sort de la terre avec son rire affreux	D
Prend l'homme dans ses bras l' treint et se recouche	H
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Souffrons le crime	F
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Mais qu'importe rien ne nous dompte	I
Nous sommes tortur s et nous sommes contents	D
Nous remercions Dieu vers qui notre hymne monte	I
De nous avoir choisis pour souffrir dans ce temps	D
O tous ceux qui n'ont pas la souffrance ont la honte	I
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Souffrons le crime	F
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Vive la grande R publique	J
Paix l'immensit du soir myst rieux	D
Paix aux morts endormis dans la tombe sto que	J
Paix au sombre oc an qui m le sous les cieux	D
La plainte de Cayenne au sanglot de l'Afrique	J
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Souffrons le crime aura son tour	E
Oiseaux qui passez nos chaumi res	D
Vents qui passez nos soeurs nos m res	D
Sont l bas pleurant nuit et jour	E
Oiseaux dites leur nos mis res	D
vents portez leur notre amour	E
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Hymn of the Transported	I
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Let us pray Lo the shadow serene	A
God towards thee our arms are upraised and our eyes	D
They who proffer thee here their tears and their chain	A
Are the most sorrowful thy sorrow tries	D
Most honour have they being possessed of most pain	A
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Let us suffer The crim will take flight	I
Birds passing our cottages	D
Winds passing on weary knees	D
Mothers sisters weep there day and night	I
Winds tell them our miseries	D
Birds bear our heart's love to their sight	I
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Our thought is uplifted to thee	I
God The proscribed we beseech thee forget	I
But give back her old glory to France whom we see	I
Shame smitten ay slay us us sorrow beset	I
Hot day but consigns to chill night's agony	I
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Let us suffer The crim will take flight	I
Birds passing our cottages	D
Winds passing on weary knees	D
Mothers sisters weep there day and night	I
Winds tell them our miseries	D
Birds bear our heart's love to their sight	I
As a bowman striketh a mark	J
The fierce sun smites us with shafts of fire	E
After dire day labour no sleep in night dark	J
The bat that takes wing from the marish mire	E
Fever flaps noiseless our brows and leaves stark	J
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Let us suffer The crim will take flight	I
Birds passing our cottages	D
Winds passing on weary knees	D
Mothers sisters weep there day and night	I
Winds tell them our miseries	D
Birds bear our heart's love to their sight	I
Athirst The scant water drop burns	D
An hungered black bread Work work ye accurst	I
At each stroke of the pick wild laughter returns	D
Loud echoed lo from the soil Death hath burst	I
Round a man folds arms and to sleep anew turns	D
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Let us suffer The crim will take flight	I
Birds passing our cottages	D
Winds passing on weary knees	D
Mothers sisters weep there day and night	I
Winds tell them our miseries	D
Birds bear our heart's love to their sight	I
What matters it Nothing can tame	K
Us we are tortured and we are content	I
And we thank high God towards whom like flame	K
Our hymn burneth that unto us suffering is sent	I
When all they that endure not suffering bear shame	K
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Let us suffer The crim will take flight	I
Birds passing our cottages	D
Winds passing on weary knees	D
Mothers sisters weep there day and night	I
Winds tell them our miseries	D
Birds bear our heart's love to their sight	I
Live the Republic world great	I
Peace to the vast mysterious even	A
Peace to the dead sweet slumber doth sate	I
To wan ocean peace that blends beneath heaven	A
Africa's sob with Cayenne's wail of hate	I
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Let us suffer The crim will take flight	I
Birds passing our cottages	D
Winds passing on weary knees	D
Mothers sisters weep there day and night	I
Winds tell them our miseries	D
Birds bear our heart's love to their sight	I

Victor Marie Hugo

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