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le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
pour puis en dehors
le soleil est vers le haut
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
roses et or
environ porté plainte au maître
je l'aime
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
pourquoi
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
voyez que je me donne vous
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé

 



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