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Mini-critique N°327
Paroles :TremblingStarry eyedAs you put your hand in mineIt was twilightOn the Fourth of JulySparkling colors were strewn across the skyAnd we sat close enoughThat we just barely touchedWhile roman candles went soaring above us and babyThen you put your hand in mineAnd we wandered awayI was...
le 5 janv. 2026




