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il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
comme un homme nu je vont
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
frère, je suis le feu
et ainsi elle va
il aurait même sa plaisanterie
tout mon amour pour mon bonbon


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