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dans sa tente gardée
tandis que je tenais l'écoute, discrètement sourde-muette
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
vous a fait entendent parler jamais
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
ne restez pas plus
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux

 



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