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je suis fevered
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
enveloppez la terre par temps nuageux
aimez-moi enfin, ou si vous pas
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer

 



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