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a arqué l'inondation
seule
il est allé
qui appellera le vent
dans votre vol
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
je suis vieux et aveugle

 



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