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le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
vécu ŕ côté de la rive
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
je descends les chemins de jardin
certains des maux que vous avez traités
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
et ainsi elle va
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs

 



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