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les jours mélancoliques sont venus
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
un dieu
l'air est comme un papillon
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
je me tiens par temps gris froid

 



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