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lyric poem

du soleil ni des étoiles
frère, je suis le feu
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
dites-moi
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
dans sa tente gardée
hauts murs et énorme
qui aime la pluie
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
ne soyez pas faux

 



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