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quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
se reposer dans son culbuteur attendant votre thé
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
je suis allé à travers les rues
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
je ne prie pas pour la paix
travails de la terre

 



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