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au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
à minuit
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
fleur blanche de mousse, fleur rouge de flamme
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai

 



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