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doucement pleurant
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
les jours endeared à chaque MUSE
par le pont grossier
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
un stylo d'acier
le long des banques
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
une vie sur la vague d'océan

 



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