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il y a un pays complètement de vin
à l'aube, il a dit
l'air est comme un papillon
le long des banques
remuez
il y a bien longtemps, dans le jeune clair de lune
je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux
basculé dans le berceau du profond
substance de la lune
souvent je pense à la belle ville
chien de guingan et le chat de calicot
un stylo d'acier
observer toute la journée la vague bleue se courber et se casser

 



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