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gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
à travers He va
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
puisque, si vous vous teniez prêt mon côté aujourd'hui
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
pourquoi
la noblesse de la mort encore
chantez-encore à la chanson vous chanté

 



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