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à l'aube, il a dit
donc je ne puis pas
aimez-moi enfin, ou si vous pas
dans le port de New York
affligez-vous pas pour l'invisible
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
c'est la chanson de la jeunesse
vécu à côté de la rive
faible-envolée est la chanson
prenez mes bracelets
hauts murs et énorme
laissez une subsistance de joie vous

 



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