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les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
désolé et seul
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
je vous chante
effrayé pas plus, je dis
j'ai gagné la course
voyez que je me donne vous
travails de la terre
indéfiniment
je vois tous les esprits humains
à l'amoureux passionné
ils me demandent où j'ai été
jusqu'à sa fenêtre de chambre

 



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