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et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
simplement parlant
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
le soleil a fait un pas vers le bas de son trône d'or
ombres à ailes balayant près
je suis allé à travers les rues
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée

 



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