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j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
les jours hypocrites
j'ai jeté mon âme ŕ l'air comme un vol de faucon
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
dites-moi pas
je suis fevered
la nuit était noire et triste
je me suis tenu
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles

 



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