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le plus triste de l'année
jusqu'à sa fenêtre de chambre
ville qui n'est pas une ville
j'ai moulé le monde
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
environ porté plainte au maître
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
les jours mélancoliques sont venus

 



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