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en tant qu'elle
souvent je pense à la belle ville
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
je l'aime
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
foncé-eyed
j'ai entendu qu'une certaine princesse
je vous ai détesté
je les ai entendus la nuit
jusqu'à sa fenêtre de chambre
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
il parle pas bien
dans votre vol
levé des morts

 



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