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ne restez pas plus
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
peut-être
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
les voûtes du pont rouge
j'ai entendu qu'une certaine princesse
ce que je souhaite remarquer
l'air est comme un papillon
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final

 



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