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dans des nombres mournful
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
ce qui nous fera maintenant
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tous en dedans et tous sans moi
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
nos moments plaisants volent
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas

 



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