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dans toutes les choses non parlées de
certains des maux que vous avez traités
ainsi tombé
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
je réside à la montagne de table
et avec l'oiseau de ronflement
je suis une femme
un orage monte sur la marée
voyez, de cette contrefaçon de lui
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur

 



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