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nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
vous avez marche vue par le village
dans sa tente gardée
les voûtes du pont rouge
le soleil est vers le haut
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
faites les garçons et les filles vont toujours
les ombres des bateaux
orage

 



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