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les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
donnez-moi la faim
j'ai jeté mon âme ŕ l'air comme un vol de faucon
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumičre
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
basculé dans le berceau du profond

 



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