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puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
par le pont grossier
gloom
observer toute la journée la vague bleue se courber et se casser
fleurs des bébés
une pensée gentiment solennelle
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
c'est l'arsenal
le plus triste de l'année
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison

 



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