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quelques jours plus venteux
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
le régal royal a été fait
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
homme froid sévère
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
le corps peut confiner
je dois dire bonne nuit
vous faites ne pas entendre

 



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