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je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
remuez
quand un contrat est fait pour la liberté
pour vêtir la pensée ardente
elle était beaucoup et beaucoup d'il y a une année
ne vous affligez pas qu'elle plus de
nous qui se sont tenus
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
dites-moi
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
les jours hypocrites

 



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