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mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
l'obscurité roule vers le haut
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
tressé et tissé
j'ai vu qu'un dieu vous doutent de lui?
pourquoi si triste mon bel?

 



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