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mélancolie, bleu il était
souvent je pense à la belle ville
vécu à côté de la rive
la pluie plus de, et l'air brillant
effrayé pas plus, je dis
c'était l'automne de l'année
du soleil ni des étoiles
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
sous la lune de moisson

 



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