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nous n'étions pas beaucoup
je me tiens par temps gris froid
comme bougie blanche
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
vous a fait voient jamais un alligator
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
a arqué l'inondation

 



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