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dites-moi pas
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
je vois tous les esprits humains
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison
pour vêtir la pensée ardente
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
le régal royal a été fait
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
exprimons nos passions plus basses
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient

 



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