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allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
et pain de breaketh pas plus
prenez mes bracelets
allé avant nous
aimez-moi enfin, ou si vous pas
la terre garde aller de vibration
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi

 



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