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treize ans toujours
travails de la terre
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
le jour est fait
je me tiens par temps gris froid
je me suis tenu
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
dans des nombres mournful
là par la fenêtre dans la vieille maison
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or

 



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