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il est venu me prendre par la main
la nuit était noire et triste
affligez-vous pas pour l'invisible
l'aube était vert pomme
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
le soleil est vers le haut
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon

 



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