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dans ma main je me tiens
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
le soleil a fait un pas vers le bas de son trône d'or
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
regarder là-bas
je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
complètement des larmes
ce qui je vous doivent

 



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