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travails de la terre
monde qui change sous ma main
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
ce qui nous fera maintenant
il y avait un temps en anciennes années

 



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