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mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
exprimons nos passions plus basses
un dieu
le soleil est vers le haut
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
pour pouvoir voir chaque côté de chaque question
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
un oiseau a chanté
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
dans toutes les choses non parlées de
bonne femme

 



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