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se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
à ce qui une femme la comparera aimée
jusqu'à sa fenêtre de chambre
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
élever, comme vent a soufflé
du soleil ni des étoiles
glooms des vivre-chênes
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée

 



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