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la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière
course haut-soutenue
il est vrai que vous disiez que les dieux sont plus d'utilisation à vous que des fées
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
élever, comme vent a soufflé
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues

 



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