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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2012-05-12 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | the thunders are bringing the storm to the shore and strings of rays are pulling the sun behind, like a golden chariot is that you? the man who asks who am I? are you the magician without a wand? am I your magic? you have an elephant in your chest pretending to be a heart beat but I have you I have your eyebrows too so, answer me with the lips that I borrowed with the smile that I stole open the window now would you like to see my trick? (let them see, let them see) my fingers wrapped around your thumb will make the clouds and everything else vanish ..with lots of love
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