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dites-moi pas
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
splendide et terrible votre amour
doucement pleurant
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
dites-moi
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée

 



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