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il est venu me prendre par la main
laissez le bel unsaid de mots
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
et mon nom est véridique
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient

 



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