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ne soyez pas faux
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
donc je ne puis pas
vécu à côté de la rive
ils me demandent où j'ai été
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
je vous attends
je vois tous les esprits humains
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour

 



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