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maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
si j'étais très sûr
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
le ciel
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
quand absence de sa taille de montagne
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
substance de la lune

 



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