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il est venu me prendre par la main
élever, comme vent a soufflé
tout mon amour pour mon bonbon
ville qui n'est pas une ville
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour ętre
il parle pas bien
j'ai dit
du plancher au plafond
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
ce qui je vous doivent
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
pharaoh, roi de la terre de l'Egypte
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité

 



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