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quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
comment j'aidez vers la droite le monde qui tourne mal
foncé-eyed
comme bougie blanche
je me tiens par temps gris froid
complètement des larmes
les voûtes du pont rouge
regarder là-bas
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
ce qui conserve

 



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