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ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
du soleil ni des étoiles
vous faites ne pas entendre
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
et pain de breaketh pas plus
comme un homme nu je vont
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
je suis fevered
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
deux rangées des choux
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent

 



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