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voici ne tomber aucune lumière
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
je l'aime
le régal royal a été fait
je suis allé à travers les rues
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
comment comme les étoiles sont ces le blanc, les visages inconnus
une lueur d'or dans le gloom et le gris
tristement parlant
dans votre vol

 



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