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je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
glooms des vivre-chênes
est souvent il pas aussi?
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
je sais pas où
je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
comme un homme nu je vont
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes

 



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