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souvent je pense Ă  la belle ville
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison
élever, comme vent a soufflé
Ă  l'aube, il a dit
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont
je suis fevered
hauts murs et énorme
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
observer toute la journée la vague bleue se courber et se casser
course haut-soutenue
pourquoi
ce qui je vous doivent

 



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