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je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
voyez que je me donne vous
le pré rampait
aimez-moi enfin, ou si vous pas
le jour est fait
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
le ciel
je tiens votre coeur

 



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