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ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
tristement parlant
un dieu
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés à la fin de lui
il est venu me prendre par la main
un stylo d'acier
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
il est allé
glooms des vivre-chênes

 



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