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si perdu
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
avec la joie et la merveille
glooms des vivre-chênes
l'amour a été chanté mille manières
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
souvent je pense à la belle ville
je suis las d'être amer et las d'être sage
à minuit
l'aube était vert pomme

 



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