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comme un homme nu je vont
l'aube était vert pomme
j'ai gagné la course
bruits qui tâchent de déchirer
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
avec le coucher du soleil
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
environ porté plainte au maître
j'ai dit
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
sous la barre du guerrier

 



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