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vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité
une fois ce gazon mou
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
dans une vieille chambre s'est doucement allumé
allé avant nous
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
roses et or

 



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