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tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
le long des banques
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
je vais ma maničre complacently
maintenant que je me suis refroidi ŕ vous
soudainement, hors des maničres foncées et feuillues
laissez une subsistance de joie vous
dites-moi

 



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