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un orage monte sur la marée
je l'aime
il est allé
vous a fait voient jamais un alligator
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles
qui appellera le vent
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
prenez mes bracelets
la fille, art de thou viennent pour mourir
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous

 



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