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si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
comme un homme nu je vont
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
j'ai vu la première poire
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
je descends les chemins de jardin
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison

 



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