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l'aube était vert pomme
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
il y a un pays complètement de vin
les poèts le disent
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
souvent je pense à la belle ville
voyez, de cette contrefaçon de lui
êtes vous vivant?
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour

 



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