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la noblesse de la mort encore
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
vous dites que vous m'aimez
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
une pensée gentiment solennelle
j'ai dit
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
faible-envolée est la chanson
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
pourquoi
dans le port de New York
pharaoh, roi de la terre de l'Egypte

 



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