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ce qui je vous doivent
désolé et seul
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
je me suis tenu prêt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
la musique i entendu avec vous était plus que la musique
levé des morts
vous faites entendre
et mon nom est véridique
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
un oiseau a chanté

 



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