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de nos endroits cachés
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
y a il quiconque là
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
la lumière retirée
polit le dernier âge, le prochain avec espoir est vu
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
au-dessus du fleuve ils montrent à moi
prenez mes bracelets
stand ici par mon côté
je dois dire bonne nuit
dans la terre silencieuse

 



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