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pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
voici ne tomber aucune lumière
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
je remplis cette tasse
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
voyez, ils retournent
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
treize ans toujours
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
vous faites ne pas entendre
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour

 



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