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vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
comme un homme nu je vont
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour

 



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