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je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre
je suis fevered
laissez-moi être triste
je vous attends
je vais ma manière complacently
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
j'ai gagné la course
je suis las d'être amer et las d'être sage

 



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