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cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
ils me demandent où j'ai été
le pré rampait
le maître des destins humains suis moi
il y a trois ans d'aujourd'hui
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
je vous chante
un oiseau a chanté
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or

 



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