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comme des aigles sur la haute haute
l'amour a été chanté mille manières
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
tous en baisse les années
cette année
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
je sais pas où
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux

 



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