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il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
je descends les chemins de jardin
le maître des destins humains suis moi
frère, je suis le feu
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
et avec l'oiseau de ronflement

 



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