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qui appellera le vent
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
vous dites que vous m'aimez
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
le long des banques
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
à travers He va
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
frère, je suis le feu
elle connaît un dégagement bon marché
substance de la lune
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes

 



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