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je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
l'air est comme un papillon
peut-être
descendu à l'aube des collines windless
qui aime la pluie
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious
splendor doux
s'il

 



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