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babylon -- où je vais rêver
il était un jeune oysterman grand
elle était beaucoup et beaucoup d'il y a une année
à minuit
filles de temps
mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage
laissez-moi être triste
composé seul du loveliness
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
exister de cygne

 



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