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à travers He va
la nuit était noire et triste
je vais ma manière complacently
prenez mes bracelets
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
beaux, tragical visages
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
et ils marchaient toujours dessus

 



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