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nous n'étions pas beaucoup
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
tressé et tissé
pourquoi faites-vous toujours stand tremblant là
le soleil est vers le haut
j'ai moulé le monde

 



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