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Sing your life...

CoralyPokofanSachast

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CoralyPokofanSachast

chanson ideal perseverance sing solitude tristesse

"Sing your life" est un recueil de chansons écrites par moi-même...
Celle-ci ont été écrite à partir de septembre 2014... 
Les thèmes abordés sont assez différents... Vous trouverez des chansons de persévérance, de solitude, de tristesse... Elles sont toutes écrites selon mes sentiments, selon ma vision d'idéal...
Elles ont toutes une histoire différente, mais pour au final parler d'un seul roman que je pourrais appeler ma vie...
J'espère qu'a travers ces quelques compositions vous arriverez à comprendre qui je suis...
En vous souhaitant une très bonne lecture!

#CoralyAll Rights Reserved

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