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j'ai vu qu'un dieu vous doutent de lui?
foncé-eyed
dans ma main je me tiens
beau
chère épouse
qui appellera le vent
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious
vous faites ne pas entendre
regarder là-bas
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
un orage monte sur la marée
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique

 



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