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son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
doucement maintenant la lumière du jour
quand le voile des yeux est soulevé

 



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