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behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
puisque, si vous vous teniez prêt mon côté aujourd'hui
je verrai une étoile ce soir
les poèts le disent
les jours hypocrites
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
il y a trois ans d'aujourd'hui
laissez-moi être triste

 



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