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je me tiens par temps gris froid
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez ŕ moi, appel ŕ moi
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
je suis une femme
apportez-moi la chanson douce

 



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