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donc je ne puis pas
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur

 



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