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si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
les počts le disent
le mystčre le plus foncé et le plus étrange
un oiseau a chanté
je suis vieux et aveugle
il y a trois maničres dont les hommes prennent
je meurs
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une maničre extravagante
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai

 



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