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robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
c'était l'automne de l'année
glooms des vivre-chênes
laissez une subsistance de joie vous
beaux, tragical visages

 



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