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le soleil et vent et battement de mer
je remplis cette tasse
dans des nombres mournful
la musique i entendu avec vous était plus que la musique
à ce qui une femme la comparera aimée
composé seul du loveliness
treize ans toujours
vous vous rappelez
ville qui n'est pas une ville
soyez patient, la vie, quand l'amour est à la porte
hors de moi indigne et inconnu

 



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