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Mon ciel se traine. Il pleure sa peine.
Bizim Büfe, Tarlabaşı Bulvarı, Istanbul
Danse dans le feu de nos âmes, chante dans l’abîme de nos vies. Tu es le gardien de nos nuits, le buveur de nos larmes. Bois dans le noir de…
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I lost myself on a cool damp night I gave myself in that misty light Was hypnotized by a strange delight Under a lilac tree I made wine…