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il est venu me prendre par la main
ceux-ci soient
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
frère, je suis le feu
je me demande où vous vivez
une pensée gentiment solennelle
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
vous avez marche vue par le village
nous avons aucune honte?
la nuit était noire et triste
remuez
dites-moi
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi

 



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