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environ porté plainte au maître
tristement parlant
je meurs
le soleil a fait un pas vers le bas de son trône d'or
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
regardez avec les yeux longing et savez que je suivrai
voyez, ils retournent
je les ai entendus la nuit
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
chien de guingan et le chat de calicot
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or

 



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