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laissez le bel unsaid de mots
par le pont grossier
quand le voile des yeux est soulevé
dans toutes les choses non parlées de
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
je vous chante
elle a dit
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez ŕ moi, appel ŕ moi
comment j'aidez vers la droite le monde qui tourne mal
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité

 



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