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et ils marchaient toujours dessus
laissez-moi être triste
frère, je suis le feu
jamais dans toute ma vie
je sais ce que vous allez dire
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
je suis le vent qui hésite
je suis allé à travers les rues
je les ai entendus la nuit
hauts murs et énorme
substance de la lune
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels

 



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