Rêves brisés
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Les souvenirs de mes pensées, Ceux où j'allais me réfugier. Une fois volés et déchirés, Je n'ai pu les récupérer. Les rêves que l'on m'a enlevés, Révélaient mon identité. Et c'est ma créativité, Qui a été assassinée.
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Les humains ne sont pas bons Je ne suis rien Ne me touche pas Bidonvilles
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