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je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
les vieilles chansons
pas du monde large de totalité
en dessous de cette tombe modeste un conqueror se trouve
elle était beaucoup et beaucoup d'il y a une année
il y a une heure du repos paisible
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
je sais ce que vous allez dire
fleurs des bébés

 



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