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au-dessus des dessus de toit emballez les ombres des nuages
le corps peut confiner
qui appellera le vent
donc je ne puis pas
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
le plus triste de l'année
ville qui n'est pas une ville
chantez-encore à la chanson vous chanté
et mon nom est véridique
je la pense splendide juste
je ne brûle aucun encens
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres

 



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