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tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
splendor doux
aimez-moi enfin, ou si vous pas
vous êtes beau et fané
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
et pain de breaketh pas plus
fait longtemps polir la lumière du soleil d'été
dans ma main je me tiens

 



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