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je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
par le rivage, par la mer
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
souvent je pense ŕ la belle ville
avec les yeux doux et bruns

 



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