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ne soyez pas fâché avec moi
si j'étais trčs sűr
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
je sais ce que vous allez dire
pas du monde large de totalité
tous apaisent le long du potomac
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lčvres
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
pourquoi faites-vous toujours stand tremblant lŕ
ne tournez pas votre tęte
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre

 



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