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mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
comme un homme nu je vont
j'ai aimé une femme
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
j'ai dit
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien
gloom

 



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