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pensées par ma tête
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour
comme égaliser tombe
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
les poèts le disent
dans les halls du sommeil vous avez erré près
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé

 



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