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je me tiens par temps gris froid
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
je la pense splendide juste
un dieu
et ainsi elle va
ombres étendues le long de broadway
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil

 



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