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quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien
quelques jours plus venteux
donc je ne puis pas
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
monde qui change sous ma main
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux
jamais dans toute ma vie
effrayé pas plus, je dis
le pré rampait

 



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