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Traduction - Gilles Baudry
Crossed the walls of the night
We would go further than our steps
To safeguard the childhood
Would make us the short-lived
On sea it would make such silence
That it would fall flakes of seagulls
Poverty would fill us
And the sun would be worth its weight in gold
At every kind of kindness
The color of the air would be blue
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