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souvent je pense à la belle ville
jamais dans toute ma vie
truely
apportez-moi la chanson douce
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
souffleur de verre de temps
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
passé persistant de thou
s'il
démontré dans la lueur vacillante dans vos yeux
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
allé avant nous

 



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