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la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
calme en tant que que deuxième été
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
foncé-eyed
il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
effrayé pas plus, je dis
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
je suis fevered
je ne brûle aucun encens
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
enveloppez la terre par temps nuageux
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
le parfum est venu

 



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