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quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
par le rivage, par la mer
basculé dans le berceau du profond
quand vous venez ce soir
calme en tant que que deuxième été
le poing serré simple soulevé et préparent
glooms des vivre-chênes
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
c'est l'arsenal
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi

 



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