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se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
tout mon amour pour mon bonbon
il y a une heure du repos paisible
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
la noblesse de la mort encore
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
un mille derričre
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement

 



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