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descendu à l'aube des collines windless
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
l'air est comme un papillon
en tant qu'elle
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte

 



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