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the stranger

Le vent me pousse vers la solitude
une existence éternnelle de l'ombre
Des aveugles et des aveux
se rencontrent à la porte

La gare encombrée et les gens courantes
la vie légère et la folie de noir
Une vision de pouvoir des aigles
la melancolie qui traque l'île de circonstance

au seuil d'une révolution
une révélation grande
toute seule..j'attends
le commencement du deuil..

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