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DEATH

Just the wind,

the river sound;

birds, butterflies,

behind the trees…

Keep my dream!

I want to die

and forget me.

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LEITMOTIV

I've got an iron dream.

Nothing breaks the movement.

Neither a stronger

but subtle other dream.

I wolf the land where I pass

and all I scratch:

stone, city, steal…

The fuel is human flood,

everyday meal.

I gave wings to the cage

with rusted sing,

flying wind of waves…

I'm the iron of dream:

iron made.

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L?HOMME UNIVERSEIL

Il dorme

sous les pièds de tout.

Il s?éleve et s?en va triste:

une part à gauche,

une part à droite,

il va ouvrir sa grande bouche.