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quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
la terre garde aller de vibration
je sais ce que vous allez dire
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
avec les yeux doux et bruns
améliorez que le granit
regarder là-bas
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre

 



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