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wedding poem

elle a éclaté le vin féroce
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
ville qui n'est pas une ville
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres

 



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