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le maître des destins humains suis moi
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
avant le saint en bronze solennel
je verrai une étoile ce soir
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
dans des vos bras était le plaisir immobile
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux

 



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