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et mon nom est véridique
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
nous qui se sont tenus
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
je les ai entendus la nuit
peu de porte a été atteinte enfin
dernier minuit
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
mélancolie, bleu il était
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres

 



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