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étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
écoutez
et mon nom est véridique
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
je suis allé à travers les rues
remplacez la vision du plaisir
si le tueur rouge pensent il massacre
il y a mille années silencieuses
je suis fevered
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi

 



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