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seule
la fille, art de thou viennent pour mourir
avec la joie et la merveille
il y a un pays complètement de vin
je sais pas oĂą
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
améliorez que le granit
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
s'il
c'est le bateau de la perle

 



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