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je réside à la montagne de table
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
simplement parlant
le soleil est vers le haut
l'amour a été chanté mille manières
sous la lune de moisson
vous êtes beau et fané
apportez-moi la chanson douce
une fois ce gazon mou
roses et or
il aurait même sa plaisanterie
il est venu me prendre par la main
avec les yeux doux et bruns

 



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