Auquainville is a French commune in the Calvados department in the Basse-Normandie region of north-western France.
The inhabitants of the commune are known as Auquainvillais or Auquainvillaises.
Auquainville is located some 10 km south of Lisieux and 13 km west by north-west of Orbec. Access to the commune is by the D149 road which comes from Saint-Martin-de-Mailloc in the north-east and passes south through the commune and the village continuing to Livarot in the south-west. The D64 road comes from Saint-Martin-de-la-Lieue in the north and passes south through the east of the commune to Fervaques. The D135B branches east off the D64 in the commune and joins the D135 just east of the commune. Apart from the village there are the hamlets of La Blondeliere in the west with Le Mollants and Le Maubuisson in the east. The commune is mixed forest and farmland with a particularly large forest to the west of the village (the Bois des Grandes Ventes).
The Touques river passes through the commune from south to north just east of the village and continues north to join the ocean at Trouville-sur-Mer. The Ruisseau de la Marette rises in the commune and flows east into the Touques.
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Hiding from the world with a broken wing
But you better believe you're gonna fly with me
And you could be a songbird from New Orleans
Scared of the rain, just as scared to sing
But you better believe you're gonna fly with me
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Suns going down, sky's turning red
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Since I heard you laugh and I'd seen that smile
Felt that kiss and I can get used to this
Baby, I could get used to this
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Hiding from the world with a broken wing
But you better believe you're gonna fly with me
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Scared of the rain, just as scared to sing
But you better believe you're gonna fly with me
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Hiding from the world with a broken wing
But you better believe you're gonna fly with me
And you could be a songbird from New Orleans
Scared of the rain, you're so scared to sing
But you better believe, yeah, you better believe, baby
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Hiding from the world with a broken wing
But you better believe you're gonna fly with me
Ooh, yeah, you could be a songbird from New Orleans
Scared of the rain, just as scared to sing
But you better believe you're gonna fly with me
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You better believe, my honey girl, oh yeah