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le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
dans les halls du sommeil vous avez erré près
les petites prières blanches
observer toute la journée la vague bleue se courber et se casser
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
je meurs

 



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