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la noblesse de la mort encore
tandis que je tenais l'écoute, discrčtement sourde-muette
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
démontré dans la lueur vacillante dans vos yeux
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
pourquoi
dans la sphčre
voyez, ils retournent
sommeil, frčre gris de la mort

 



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