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maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
fleurs des bébés
laissez-moi ĂŞtre triste
dans ma main je me tiens
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés à la fin de lui
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
nous qui se sont tenus
contre la flamme verte de l'aubépine-arbre
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
remplacez la vision du plaisir
bas! 'tis par nuit de gala

 



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