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les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
un orage monte sur la marée
y a il quiconque là
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
il est vrai que vous disiez que les dieux sont plus d'utilisation à vous que des fées
et comment avez osé vous rêve de la réunion
dans la terre silencieuse

 



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