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l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
une vie sur la vague d'océan
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
babylon -- où je vais rêver
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
désolé et seul
je me suis tenu
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi
ville qui n'est pas une ville

 



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