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Nous irons sur l’eau, nous y prom-promener, nous irons jouer dans l’île
(We will all sail out, sail out on the sea, we’ll be playing on the island)”
“
Nous irons sur l’eau, nous y prom-promener, nous irons jouer dans l’île
(We will all sail out, sail out on the sea, we’ll be playing on the island)”
Suddenly, he felt Papa ’s grip on his shoulder. “Donnes-moi la violon!” said Papa harshly. Michel went red.
Papa 's voice softened, “Patience, Michel. You're named for Acadie’s finest fiddler: Michael du Grand Pré. You WILL play the violin someday!”
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