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les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
fait longtemps polir la lumière du soleil d'été
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
vous dites que vous m'aimez
le long d'une rive
descendu à l'aube des collines windless
le maître des destins humains suis moi

 



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