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mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
tressé et tissé
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
par le pont grossier
mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
gloom
vous avez marche vue par le village
je vois tous les esprits humains

 



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