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tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
nous nous étendons
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
ainsi tombé
en matins nuage-gris
ne vous affligez pas qu'elle plus de
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
je sais pas où

 



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