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je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
dernier minuit
maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
descendu à l'aube des collines windless
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
démontré dans la lueur vacillante dans vos yeux
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
monde qui change sous ma main
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière

 



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