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nous avons aucune honte?
les chansons antiques
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
qui aime la pluie
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
substance de la lune
seule
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
elle était une beauté en jours
ceux-ci soient
vieux vin à boire

 



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