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dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
tous apaisent le long du potomac
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
effrayé pas plus, je dis
exister de cygne
je suis vieux et aveugle
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
et mon nom est véridique
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres

 



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