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cowboy poetry

voyez, ils retournent
peu de parc que je traverse
dans sa tente gardée
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
et comment avez osé vous rêve de la réunion
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
je me demande où vous vivez
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
je suis une femme

 



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