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je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
comme un homme nu je vont
un stylo d'acier
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
clair de lune profond et tendre
elle était beaucoup et beaucoup d'il y a une année
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
foncé-eyed
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours

 



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