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pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
le parfum est venu
souvent je pense à la belle ville
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
remplacez la vision du plaisir
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
désolé et seul
un dieu
faites les garçons et les filles vont toujours
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres


 



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