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gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
le pré rampait
polit le dernier âge, le prochain avec espoir est vu
c'est l'arsenal
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
y a il quiconque là
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
seule

 



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