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donc je ne puis pas
je vous attends
vous dites que vous m'aimez
là par la fenêtre dans la vieille maison
le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
je sais pas où
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
sommeil, frère gris de la mort

 



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