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souvent je pense à la belle ville
le soleil est vers le haut
l'obscurité
dans la terre silencieuse
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
je suis vieux et aveugle
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
mais alas, rêves justes
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
hors de la mer de scintillement
dans des vos bras était le plaisir immobile

 



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