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le maître des destins humains suis moi
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
et mon nom est véridique
je suis vieux et aveugle
faible-envolée est la chanson
nous qui se sont tenus
au-dessus des dessus de toit emballez les ombres des nuages
j'ai dit
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
quand je vais de nouveau ŕ la terre
je ne prie pas pour la paix

 



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