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je meurs
substance de la lune
vous entendez la pluie?
je suis vieux et aveugle
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
course haut-soutenue
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
les vieilles chansons
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
oiseaux contre le vent d'avril

 



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