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je vois tous les esprits humains
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
un stylo d'acier
dans ma main je me tiens
dans des nombres mournful
dans la sphère
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
jamais dans toute ma vie
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
ville qui n'est pas une ville
pourquoi si triste mon bel?


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