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mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
il y a une heure du repos paisible
je vois tous les esprits humains
je ne prie pas pour la paix
vous avez marche vue par le village
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main

 



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