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il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé
leurs beaux cheveux
avec la joie et la merveille
je suis vieux et aveugle
le soleil est vers le haut
quand le vent fonctionne contre nous dans l'obscurité
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
vécu à côté de la rive

 



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