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souvent je pense à la belle ville
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
en septembre
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
dites-moi
ombres à ailes balayant près
exprimons nos passions plus basses
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
c'était l'automne de l'année
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
je vais ma manière complacently

 



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