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désolé et seul
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
complètement des larmes
je les ai entendus la nuit
quand un contrat est fait pour la liberté
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
roses et or
donc je ne puis pas
à ce qui une femme la comparera aimée
frère, je suis le feu
en tant qu'elle
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi
un mille derrière

 



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