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il y avait un temps en anciennes années
un mille derrière
j'ai eu une crainte dans ma vie
l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines
le maître des destins humains suis moi
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
je ne brûle aucun encens
je verrai une étoile ce soir
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée

 



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