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quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
ceux-ci soient
maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
et ainsi elle va
je me tiens par temps gris froid
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
pensées par ma tête
est souvent il pas aussi?
j'ai fait un voeu par le passé, un seulement
bruits qui tâchent de déchirer
soyez patient, la vie, quand l'amour est à la porte
je remplis cette tasse
une histoire très remarquable ceci est

 



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