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foncé-eyed
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
je vais ma manière complacently
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
frère, je suis le feu
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
le soleil a fait un pas vers le bas de son trône d'or
je suis allé à travers les rues

 



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