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je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
j'ai vu la première poire
le plus triste de l'année
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles
laissez-moi se déplacer lentement par la rue
roses et or
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
je sais ce que vous allez dire
ne restez pas plus
pharaoh, roi de la terre de l'Egypte
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
un stylo d'acier
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
quand le voile des yeux est soulevé

 



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