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je me tiens par temps gris froid
une pensée gentiment solennelle
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
il n'y a aucune évasion par le fleuve
je me demande oĂą vous vivez
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
seule
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
babylon -- oĂą je vais rĂŞver
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange

 



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