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nous n'étions pas beaucoup
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
le ciel
y a il quiconque là
dans pouvez
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
l'obscurité roule vers le haut

 



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