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et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
la nuit était noire et triste
remuez
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
une lueur d'or dans le gloom et le gris
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
un mille derrière
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
il est allé
nuit mystérieuse
vous dites que vous m'aimez
peu de parc que je traverse
je me suis tenu

 



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