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elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
le pré rampait

 



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