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comme des aigles sur la haute haute
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
une lueur d'or dans le gloom et le gris
une histoire très remarquable ceci est
avec le coucher du soleil

 



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