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laissez une subsistance de joie vous
un mot de vol d'ici et là
je ne prie pas pour la paix
la noblesse de la mort encore
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
très bien, vous libéraux
la musique i entendu avec vous était plus que la musique
voyez, de cette contrefaçon de lui
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
je ne brûle aucun encens
filles de temps
pourquoi si triste mon bel?

 



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