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a arqué l'inondation
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
je suis vieux et aveugle
splendor doux
certains des maux que vous avez traités
voyez, ils retournent
comme égaliser tombe
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
nos moments plaisants volent
son visage est juste et lisse et bon

 



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