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je remplis cette tasse
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
voyez que je me donne vous
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
dans votre vol
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
jamais dans toute ma vie

 



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