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je suis le vent qui hésite
la pluie plus de, et l'air brillant
j'ai eu un rêve et je me suis réveillé avec lui
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
doucement maintenant la lumière du jour
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
je me tiens par temps gris froid
l'enfant qui a jeté la feuille après feuille
voyez que je me donne vous
qui aime la pluie
comme des aigles sur la haute haute

 



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