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son visage est juste et lisse et bon
je me demande où vous vivez
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
je suis fevered
dans les halls du sommeil vous avez erré près
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
de nos endroits cachés
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur

 



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