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je sais ce que vous allez dire
effrayé pas plus, je dis
dans des nombres mournful
les ombres des bateaux
souffleur de verre de temps
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai
la noblesse de la mort encore
Ă  travers He va
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
peu de parc que je traverse

 



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