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mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
plantons
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
bonne femme
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé

 



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