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il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
je vois tous les esprits humains
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
peu de parc que je traverse
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
soyez patient, la vie, quand l'amour est à la porte
il parle pas bien
course haut-soutenue

 



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