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elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
la pluie plus de, et l'air brillant
je suis une femme
et pain de breaketh pas plus
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumičre
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses

 



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