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je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
calme en tant que que deuxième été
gloom
je les ai offerts tout l'adieu
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont
du soleil ni des étoiles
je vous chante
fait longtemps polir la lumière du soleil d'été

 



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