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bonne femme
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
je vous ai détesté
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
mais alas, rĂŞves justes
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
j'ai vu qu'un dieu vous doutent de lui?

 



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