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un orage monte sur la marée
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
la nuit était noire et triste
truely
je sais ce que vous allez dire
les petites prières blanches
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
et mon nom est véridique
hauts murs et énorme
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
je l'aime

 



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