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tout mon amour pour mon bonbon
dans votre vol
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
je descends les chemins de jardin
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
le parfum est venu
j'ai gagné la course
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
vers l'arrière, tournez vers l'arrière
la nuit était noire et triste
du soleil ni des étoiles

 



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