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Peax; Mon rêve à Jai le coeur qui me fait mal, Les yeux pleins de larmes, Mais au yeux des autres se nest quune blaissure banal . Ronger par la haine la culpabilité 3 Il passer de lhomme idéal a lhomme qui fait mal .

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Peax; Mon rêve à Jai le coeur qui me fait mal, Les yeux pleins de larmes, Mais au yeux des autres se nest quune blaissure banal . Ronger par la haine la culpabilité 3 Il passer de lhomme idéal a lhomme qui fait mal .

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