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ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
dans des nombres mournful
c'est la chanson de la jeunesse
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison
je les ai offerts tout l'adieu

 



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