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se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
du soleil ni des étoiles
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
mélancolie, bleu il était
truely

 



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