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je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
je vous attends
c'était l'automne de l'année
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
un stylo d'acier
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
calme en tant que que deuxième été
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé

 



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