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tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
je suis fevered
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
éliminer, luttant vainly
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious
l'obscurité roule vers le haut
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
dernier minuit

 



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