They bombed the bloodless city for a week or two.
I wasn't strong enough, and you were weaker too.
We didn't fight, because we had a lot to lose.
So screw the country, pride and screw Toulouse.
We met no evil, managed to escape in time.
And though the deadly, rotten, cursing chime
was actually the only thing to see us out,
we didn't care, and didn't have a doubt.
The country! Please, forgive the sons of yours.
Transport the loyalty instead of us in hearse.
The French Apologie
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