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dans ma main je me tiens
je suis allé à travers les rues
complètement des larmes
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
je me tiens par temps gris froid
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté

 



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