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la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
j'ai gagné la course
a arqué l'inondation
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
la foudre a clignoté, et s'est soulevée
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
l'obscurité roule vers le haut
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
plantons

 



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