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dans des vos bras était le plaisir immobile
le plus triste de l'année
tout mon amour pour mon bonbon
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
vous entendez la pluie?
écoutez
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé

 



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