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le maître des destins humains suis moi
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
ce qui je vous doivent
l'aube était vert pomme
j'ai moulé le monde
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
éliminer, luttant vainly
oranges de plumaison nubian bleu-noires
complètement des larmes
sous la barre du guerrier
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
apportez-moi la chanson douce

 



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