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quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
à partir du sud à la coupure du jour
ce qui je vous doivent
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
éliminer, luttant vainly
glooms des vivre-chênes
nos moments plaisants volent
stand ici par mon côté
vous faites ne pas entendre

 



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