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souvent je pense à la belle ville
la fille, art de thou viennent pour mourir
je verrai une étoile ce soir
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
la lumière retirée
la foudre a clignoté, et s'est soulevée
je remplis cette tasse
comme un homme nu je vont

 



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