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mais alas, ręves justes
je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
dites-moi pas
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
je ne brűle aucun encens
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
les vieilles chansons
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lčvres

 



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