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ne vous affligez pas qu'elle plus de
simplicité
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles
le pré rampait
quand vous venez ce soir
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
je suis fevered
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles

 



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