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nous qui se sont tenus
je ne prie pas pour la paix
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
peu de parc que je traverse
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
c'est le bateau de la perle
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
la terre garde aller de vibration
le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre

 



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