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je vois tous les esprits humains
je l'ai vu une fois avant
ce qui je vous doivent
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
levé des morts
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
glooms des vivre-chênes
fleur blanche de mousse, fleur rouge de flamme
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
nous avons aucune honte?
dans votre vol

 



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