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donnez-moi
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
stand ici par mon côté
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
beaux, tragical visages
nous qui se sont tenus
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
je remplis cette tasse
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
la nuit était noire et triste
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement

 



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