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quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
et avec l'oiseau de ronflement
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
y a il quiconque là
levé des morts
tressé et tissé
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
désolé et seul
je ne brûle aucun encens
en matins nuage-gris
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious

 



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