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les jours hypocrites
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
à l'aube, il a dit
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
quand absence de sa taille de montagne
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
a arqué l'inondation
l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines
simplicité
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour

 



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