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nous n'étions pas beaucoup
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
j'ai eu une crainte dans ma vie
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
ne tournez pas votre tête
truely

 



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