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quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
je suis las d'ętre amer et las d'ętre sage
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
l'aube était vert pomme
pour venir tellement bientôt ŕ ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
nous avons aucune honte?
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort

 



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