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je remplis cette tasse
sous un arbre de propagation de chtaigne
ne restez pas plus
dans des nombres mournful
il tait un jeune oysterman grand
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious
je sais ce que vous allez dire
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
vous tes mon compagnon
observer toute la journe la vague bleue se courber et se casser

 



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