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se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
l'aube était vert pomme
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
voyez, ils retournent
je la pense splendide juste
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
il est venu me prendre par la main
il est allé


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