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l'air est comme un papillon
simplement parlant
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
en ce moment
je me tiens par temps gris froid
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
quand le voile des yeux est soulevé
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
la pluie plus de, et l'air brillant
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
ce que je souhaite remarquer
la foudre a clignoté, et s'est soulevée

 



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