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à minuit
pensées par ma tête
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
je sais pas où
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
dans votre vol
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
éliminer, luttant vainly
tous apaisent le long du potomac
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée

 



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