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les jours mélancoliques sont venus
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
vous vous rappelez
je la pense splendide juste
voyez l'expérimental
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes

 



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