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course haut-soutenue
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
les ombres des bateaux
vous ętes beau et fané
substance de la lune
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
prenez mes bracelets
voici ne tomber aucune lumičre
voyez, ils retournent
sous la feuille sombre de laurier
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
je réside ŕ la montagne de table

 



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