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tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
fait longtemps polir la lumière du soleil d'été
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
éliminer, luttant vainly
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
homme froid sévère
un regard est mais un rayon
nous nous étendons
je suis fevered

 



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