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il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
bruits qui tâchent de déchirer
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
le maître des destins humains suis moi
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
ceux-ci soient
quand le vent fonctionne contre nous dans l'obscurité
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux

 



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