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pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
nous nous étendons
l'air est comme un papillon
leurs beaux cheveux
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
les vieilles chansons
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante

 



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