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peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
la fille, art de thou viennent pour mourir
j'ai aimé une femme
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
ombres étendues le long de broadway
à l'aube, il a dit
éliminer, luttant vainly
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
vous dites que vous m'aimez

 



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