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l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines
et pain de breaketh pas plus
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
ne restez pas plus
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
je vous ai détesté
je suis le vent qui hésite
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
bonheur
et ainsi elle va
je remplis cette tasse
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
laissez une subsistance de joie vous

 



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