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j'ai entendu qu'une certaine princesse
tressé et tissé
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
jusqu'à sa fenêtre de chambre
dans la terre silencieuse
dans des nombres mournful
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
enveloppez la terre par temps nuageux
peut-être
complètement des larmes

 



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