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j'au-dessus-avais préparé l'événement
dans une vieille chambre s'est doucement allumé
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
voici ne tomber aucune lumière
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
pourquoi faites-vous toujours stand tremblant là
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
quand un contrat est fait pour la liberté

 



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