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mais alas, rêves justes
pensées par ma tête
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
êtes vous éveillé?
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies

 



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