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clair de lune profond et tendre
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
dans les halls du sommeil vous avez erré près
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
glooms des vivre-chĂŞnes
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière

 



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