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serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
frère, je suis le feu
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
la agonie d'avoir trop de puissance
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
à l'amoureux passionné
à travers He va

 



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