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vous faites ne pas entendre
donnez-moi la faim
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
course haut-soutenue
j'ai vu qu'un dieu vous doutent de lui?
je remplis cette tasse
descendu à l'aube des collines windless
si j'étais très sûr
êtes vous éveillé?
nuit mystérieuse
le maître des destins humains suis moi

 



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