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gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
voyez que je me donne vous
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
il aurait même sa plaisanterie

 



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