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je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
l'amoureux passionn
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lvres
jusqu' sa fentre de chambre
dernier minuit
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
la femme a beaucoup manqu, comment vous appelez moi, appel moi
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison
qui appellera le vent

 



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