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ceux-ci soient
quand vous venez ce soir
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont
sous la lune de moisson
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
tressé et tissé

 



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