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y a il quiconque là
mélancolie, bleu il était
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
vers l'arrière, tournez vers l'arrière
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
en dessous de cette tombe modeste un conqueror se trouve
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
faible-envolée est la chanson
deux rangées des choux

 



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