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si j'étais très sûr
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
c'était l'automne de l'année
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
le ciel
a arqué l'inondation
je me tiens par temps gris froid
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit

 



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