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il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
c'est la chanson de la jeunesse
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
je vois tous les esprits humains
voici ne tomber aucune lumière
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
dans sa tente gardée
si perdu

 



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