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il est venu me prendre par la main
souvent je pense à la belle ville
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
l'obscurité roule vers le haut
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
à l'amoureux passionné
un, comme part d'un arbre
élever, comme vent a soufflé
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier

 



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