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je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
lŕ par la fenętre dans la vieille maison
le maître des destins humains suis moi
du plancher au plafond
le soleil a fait un pas vers le bas de son trône d'or
ma mčre m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness

 



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