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les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
composé seul du loveliness
je remplis cette tasse
je meurs
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
vous avez marche vue par le village
je l'aime
je descends les chemins de jardin
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
vous dites que vous m'aimez
du soleil ni des étoiles
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux

 



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