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travails de la terre
homme froid sévère
dans des nombres mournful
il y a un pays complètement de vin
le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
la terre garde aller de vibration
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville

 



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