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je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
je tiens votre coeur
doucement maintenant la lumičre du jour
descendu ŕ l'aube des collines windless
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
je sais ce que vous allez dire

 



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