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en matins nuage-gris
je vous chante
elle a dit
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
pas du monde large de totalité
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
ombres ŕ ailes balayant prčs
vers l'arričre, tournez vers l'arričre
il est venu me prendre par la main
homme froid sévčre

 



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