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pharaoh, roi de la terre de l'Egypte
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
peu de parc que je traverse
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
foncé-eyed
les vieilles chansons
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
exister de cygne
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
je me tiens par temps gris froid
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares

 



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