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homme froid sévčre
et ainsi elle va
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final
le corps peut confiner
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
l'obscurité roule vers le haut
dans le port de New York
y a il quiconque lŕ

 



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