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je ne prie pas pour la paix
ceux sur le supérieur indiquent qu'elles vous connaissent, la terre -- elles sont des menteurs
peut-ĂŞtre
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière
dans le port de New York
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
treize ans toujours
je me tiens par temps gris froid
écoutez la mer retentissante

 



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