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du soleil ni des étoiles
j'au-dessus-avais préparé l'événement
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
un orage monte sur la marée
j'ai entendu qu'une certaine princesse
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles

 



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