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bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
le pré rampait
dans des vos bras était le plaisir immobile
j'ai moulé le monde
dans la terre silencieuse
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
vous faites entendre
dans pouvez
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
beau
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
faites les garçons et les filles vont toujours
je descends les chemins de jardin
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles

 



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