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comment j'aidez vers la droite le monde qui tourne mal
observer toute la journée la vague bleue se courber et se casser
dans ma main je me tiens
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
aimez-moi enfin, ou si vous pas
hors du profond et de l'obscurité
pourquoi si triste mon bel?

 



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