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jamais dans toute ma vie
il y a un pays complètement de vin
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
ombres étendues le long de broadway
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
indéfiniment
voici ne tomber aucune lumière
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
en tant qu'elle
course haut-soutenue

 



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