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elle a dit
ils me demandent où j'ai été
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
foncé-eyed
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
l'aube était vert pomme
le ciel
je vais ma manière complacently
je vous ai détesté
il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
la nuit était noire et triste

 



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