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peu de parc que je traverse
roses et or
dernier minuit
les jours endeared ŕ chaque MUSE
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
la nuit était noire et triste
si j'étais trčs sűr
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumičre
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final
j'ai vu que vous hunched et tremblant sur les pierres

 



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