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quand le vent fonctionne contre nous dans l'obscurité
dans le port de New York
je vois tous les esprits humains
je me suis tenu pręt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
soudainement, hors des maničres foncées et feuillues
calme en tant que que deuxičme été
dossier une nuit de vol
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
donnez-moi la faim
la noblesse de la mort encore
tous apaisent le long du potomac
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fičres

 



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