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j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
fleurs des bébés
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
je suis le vent qui hésite
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien

 



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