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il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
dans la sphère
monde qui change sous ma main
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
beau
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
je les ai offerts tout l'adieu
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
elle doit retourner, elle a dit

 



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