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pour puis en dehors
Ă  certains les gros dieux
vers l'arrière, tournez vers l'arrière
en septembre
l'enfant qui a jeté la feuille après feuille
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
qui aime la pluie
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
le plus triste de l'année
vous ĂŞtes mon compagnon
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement

 



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