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si le tueur rouge pensent il massacre
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
dans toutes les choses non parlées de
vous faites entendre
tout mon amour pour mon bonbon
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
calme en tant que que deuxième été
le parfum est venu
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or

 



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