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quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
roses et or
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
elle a dit
faible-envolée est la chanson
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
oiseaux contre le vent d'avril
dans le port de New York
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu

 



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