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dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
pour puis en dehors
là par la fenêtre dans la vieille maison
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
je ne brûle aucun encens
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
comme bougie blanche
course haut-soutenue

 



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