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lyric poem

ce qui je vous doivent
désolé et seul
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
je me suis tenu prêt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
la musique i entendu avec vous était plus que la musique
levé des morts
vous faites entendre
et mon nom est véridique
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
un oiseau a chanté

 



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