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pourquoi faites-vous toujours stand tremblant là
je suis allé à travers les rues
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
leurs beaux cheveux
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre
ceux-ci soient
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
elle a dit
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi

 



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