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je ne prie pas pour la paix
puisque, si vous vous teniez prêt mon côté aujourd'hui
donnez-moi
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
ne restez pas plus
en tant qu'elle
si le tueur rouge pensent il massacre
regardez avec les yeux longing et savez que je suivrai
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement

 



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