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nous n'étions pas beaucoup
je me suis tenu prĂŞt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
je suis une femme
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien
hors de la mer de scintillement
vous vous rappelez
je suis las d'ĂŞtre amer et las d'ĂŞtre sage
une lueur d'or dans le gloom et le gris
il y a un pays complètement de vin
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel
frère, je suis le feu
le poing serré simple soulevé et préparent

 



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