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pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
levé des morts
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
foncé-eyed
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
j'ai dit
soyez patient, la vie, quand l'amour est à la porte
qui appellera le vent
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
truely
au-dessus du fleuve ils montrent à moi
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
je tiens votre coeur

 



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