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ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
une fois ce gazon mou
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
foncé-eyed
c'est le bateau de la perle
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
j'ai vu que vous hunched et tremblant sur les pierres

 



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