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elle était beaucoup et beaucoup d'il y a une année
vieux vin à boire
une pensée gentiment solennelle
si j'étais très sûr
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs

 



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