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ainsi tombé
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
nous qui se sont tenus
qui appellera le vent
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé

 



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