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dans le port de New York
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
composé seul du loveliness
regardez avec les yeux longing et savez que je suivrai
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
indéfiniment
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
vous a fait voient jamais un alligator
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness

 



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