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je ne prie pas pour la paix
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
je me tiens par temps gris froid
complètement des larmes
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
beau
un mot de vol d'ici et lĂ 

 



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